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I wear a frown
like a gown
into town
i weave my way in
and it rains like a bath
over me
and makes an excuse
for my bedraggled state.

dark-eyed for you
and the rue
i'm due
for some time alone
so i can get over myself
and the idea
that i can ever be
your missing piece.


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