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i didn't know



it's all so strange



the things that grow



and rearrange







you tell me now it's all makes sense



and  i still boast about being dense







a P blond at last



it seems true



reliving the past



somehow speaking with you











aback i'm shocked



i have to gasp



like a fallen rock



in the river splash







what does it mean



and where did it all go?



it can't be if it seems



but it seems i don't know







oh please hush i have to say



so i can correctly record this very day