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She picks up the lighter, And he hands her the leaf. Her body is on fire. She is so ready to leave. Her tears melt away, When she hits the herb. But the pain stays the same,
You tell me I don't listen Do you not see MY eyes glisten? I am a sponge- taking in your every word Every little thing you THINK I haven't heard Am I supposed to create a composed answer
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