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I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made
Making every time that I lay
I feel like an oddball with a cut-off mind
So if you excuse me it's time
When the count is rhymed
And the story-line is fine
I've been amazed since the first day
I can't get a line too close
Take me down, take me down
From the cell of my mind
And hear me slowly floating lonely somewhere
I live far enough on a shelf like a dress
On the end of all that reads like a sad song
Leaves began to grow beautiful
And years they began
And hear me slowly floating lonely
Flowing down too slow
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