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You wake up and your still there
What a bitch you think, as you
look down at the mirror
Today was supposed to be the day,
you wonder what went worng
You fumble for your feelers
Another day, another way,
Deja vu might work today
Tingling toes release the pain,
and soothe away the heat
The smell you taste will tell the tale,
and rush along your haste,
Succeding in the failed attempt
to see and hear your fate
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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