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the poet dies
when the whole world sings your song
it might be your day
it might be the day, all your worst fears
start bearing down on you
this is so...
you can show us how
this is so...
we can show you,.. that we need you.
to show us how.
not all days are well and good
things turn to shit
and i must admit
they always swore they would.
