LOST

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  Every time i smell your pride
  
  Whistling down the aisle

  I remember those days past

   When nothing seems to be vain

  But right now all seems in vain

   As you wander the bushes crying for   fame

   There is nothing to worry because I got  you

   But it seems all you feel is such blue

   So I render my case off the books

   Because I am flowing off the hooks

Lover of simplicity. An observer into laws of nature and meaning of existence.

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