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useless (me)


her name is nonsense

and she is worthless

she's just a piece of dust

flowing when air blowing

it goes to your nose

that's why your sneezing

she's a nonsense, she's worthless, 

she's a piece of dust.

let her go, and don't make your way cross to her again.

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