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If ever the chance, That I could be given one more shot,
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As I sit here, Staring at the blank, White,
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on Mar 20 11:36 PM 2007
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In the hot scorcing sun, You bend your back low.
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Fear in mind, but strength in her hands. Live in darkness, in tragic lands.
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Lack of motivation Needing some creation
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on Apr 8 1:33 PM 2007
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Each day the sunrises and the sunsets
Your body of steel begins to rust
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My dear aging Grandmother, You were left in the shadows.
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I never understood all the stories told by my blood
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