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She won’t get help, it’s not her Nature
Our lives are made up of days
That years later still amaze
That first romantic kiss
You'll never forget this
As you age, you may reflect
As you slowly disconnect
Keeping yourself composed
Before you've decomposed
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Return to Mother Earth, as I believe we must
One place I'll never go, there isn't a clean room
Don't know why Mother Nature abhors a vacuum
