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They always tell me To be Young and crazy before I can be Old and wise.   But if craziness Consists of handling things Sloppily when I know A better way,   I'm out.
 Ah, yes look how she shines  Look how she treads lightly  Observe her soft appealing lines  But ignore her pained lips, sealed tightly.      Oh but morn her they say!
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