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All the pain written on a blue line,

on my shelf in a notebook of mine,

up to seven, no chance of ever stopping,

never will i hip to something that's hopping,

never pill popping, blowing out Mary, no pain,

got emotional reasons so i love Jane,

could be there's nothing else in my life,

that fulfills me as much as a cyph,

no one to blame, but there is a thought,

some line that some past teacher taught,

could be there's nothing else in our lives,

but to have fun and be happy with wives,

one step away from her in that sense,

but the amount of time gives such suspense,

could be there is no reason to try with what i bring,

which means i will never find a thing.