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No cradle,No box,, Just alone with your musings No cradle, no box, no stress just musing Lack of concentration, no endurance Just musing, the end is ardious Just time to muse No cradle, no, box, no arms to spport when bracing becomes a part of belonging, then one understands motives of other, that should understand committment is rubbing the brow, reliving those dreams fading No cradle, no box of comfort, you go on alone |
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