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Round and round she goes
where does she stop? Nobody knows she's straying Ha! No, she'll keep going. Stop. She traces back to see a circle complete she's blind what a barren wasteland. Hey! ain't life grand? Wait. who speaks? Up, up child. Listen to silence and scream, scream, scream. Hush now a lament to unfinished dreams.
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