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All the things I think are evil even though they seem so civil dancing in my mind running underneath my hind all are preludes of my dream how much in my eyes they gleam though I pray my soul to keep up, my climbing is too steep how I've fallen, I don't know but I am darker than a crow counting down my days I keep at it in my ways If a bottom down, there, is that is where I'll find my bliss. |
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