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Wednesday, April 18, 2012
How useless is this thought
How useless is this thought
Why can’t I hit a nerve
I try to steer my Life
But I only live to serve
These words that cannot echo
Though I’m poised on a cliff
They’re falling on deaf ears
That cannot hear a riff
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