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Careless
He took my cares from me
Now I care for nothing
He buried them
Behind his granny's barn
In a wooden box
With a broken hinge
All of these carefree days
Are as empty as a virgin's womb
So I feign interest in everything
But fool no one
And I ruin my back
Forcing a rusted spade
Through thick Nebraska soil
On a fruitless search
For rotten concerns
For something I need
For something or someone
That needs me
