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Upon my sky with gentle grace,
I'm a monday's child, supposedly fair of face. Don't step upon my lion's mane, or inset my emotionally distorted pain. Do not cross the line I lie behind, It is but mine and mine. In a dream or reality pun, lingering weary shadows hiding my sun. Do not pity thee, I shall get by. Just step over me, leave me where I lie.
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