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slivers of sadness
signs of madness blades of shiny steel zealous cutting anxious stabbing that's how I sometimes feel rain-filled clouds are sailing by ocean with her dark deep calling she slowly turns her back on me today I've got the blues, my friends today I've got the blues
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