quarrel

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When hopes start to disappoint you Dejection drains the power out of you Motivation dies deep inside the soul When criticism shows up to console  
On this day I wore red A color so beautiful and bold I did it to be ahead And hopefully it will have him sold   He, however, wore blue
Though the waters and voluptuous and lush grasses form around the base of ye introspections Come through the thoughts of thou worries and regrets;
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