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To sense the meter lie in rhythm's beat,
And hear the words that made the poet weep;
Confine not lines that state clandestine thoughts.
Let prosper poetry with boundless plots!
I promise YOU this,
As Life goes on days will turn brighter
Pain is only temporary and this too shall pass
Come along with me and you will eventually see what's it like to become free
I met this girl who lives on the West Coast
but doesn’t think it’s the Best Coast.
Too much weed and valley girl, she said.
I met this girl who lives in Jersey
I met this girl who lives on the West Coast
but doesn’t think it’s the Best Coast.
Too much weed and valley girl, she said.
I met this girl who lives in Jersey
I'm still the same old me
Why can't you see that I
Am the good guy here
I don't try to deny that I'm weird
But only if you just tried and listened with your ears
You imply I don't speak the truth
