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  I wonder if you’ll ever believe, in the gifts I see in you. Gifts so real to me; yet, when I sincerely put forth and say, they often get pushed away.
Sleeps softly, no sound until poked or disturbed wakes vengeance for those
Well there's a way to ruin a day that looked as though would go my way.  A simple idea to visit a friend, that surely turned out to be our end.   Whether it jealousy or whether it spite,
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