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It’s like you are blind Except you’ve chosen this view You’ve hallucinated this dilemma All because I am not with you.   Well I’m not sorry to say That I haven't an apology to tell
You don't want your child? That's not your choice. You made that.  How can you look at her face  And deny her? She's your blood Your legend.   What has the world come to?
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