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MELANCHOLY MOMENT
Oh, my head hurts; eyes are red Cold skin itches, my soul behead Throbbing fountains as open they bleed Split to marrow by pen precede. My back in spasms, coughing in heaves Resting in turmoil, the mind believes Upon this night of twists and turns Hope set afire to burn and burn.
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