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Just a Dumbass' Dream of How It Mighta Been Flyin For Dyin

yo, babysweet
� �honeydoll, �don't you
� � � � � � stop
licking on them salted wounds'o'mine /
thy balm be
pernicious[ly] �sooth'ing,ifn ye
� � � � � � � � maybe could
� � � � � � � � know now what
� � � � � �I meant it could mean to me,
� � � to me, to[only of]me /
rush
by
me on my streetcorner song in thee early
� � � � �nightlights
� � � just as if it was when
� � �a nearfull 10yrs ago it was,(n'ow
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � �wasn't
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �it, or was
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � just nine �? �)
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � /
even then
eye was way too old &
� � � � � � � �naught'nough
� � � � � out-rage-us & �too
� � � � � � � � � � � sincere
� � � � � (as to the makebelieve of
� � � � � � � �sinning)
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