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It doesn't take much to change a mind, unless you have one just like mine. A choice was given to me just last year, And I could only think "Oh dear, Oh dear." I had to choose, go left or go right,
I hike on concrete toward concrete sky My oppressors are as easy as nectar from the mouths of flowers named in Latin In the clouds I see insincere rabbits and jagged dragons
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