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I'm not around that much running
Exhausted
And lost
If it could be undone will it
Have costed
It's taught
And lost
Blowing away we stray wilted
Insulted
At fault
What if the day had stayed in bed
These baubles
We've brought
At fault
After the bliss has long ended
This caution
This fault
Give me a breeze that's long-winded
Accosted
Adult
Arrested
webmaster.