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Father
One fine morning my wise father told me
"Boy, you must strike swiftly, it is better than to run"
I looked up, there were pale stars hanging there
Something from that is rooting itself in me, something from that is rooting itself in me
And with that morning my wise mother told me
"Boy, come on and wake up already, we are not going to be here until eternity"
And in that head of mine, and light was shown
That there is something to that, but I have been ignoring it
In my mind I feel like a mass murderer,
when you are laying near to me naked, the feeling draws me away

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