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You seemed a bit befuddled
as you poked your head outside squinting under too much light you opened up your eyes I wouldn't trade this memory or all the joy it gives wouldn't trade my scar for all the world ugly as it is You and I know better we were there we know what gives your very own window to the world is really what it is
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