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STRESS AND ME
Stress and me have once been twin
And now we both abide in dins
Where no one comes, except at hours
Other men snore and darkness flowers
But she is good, I have to say:
For inventions, poetry and pay.
And now we both abide in dins
Where no one comes, except at hours
Other men snore and darkness flowers
But she is good, I have to say:
For inventions, poetry and pay.
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STRESS AND ME
STRESS AND ME
