See me now.....
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There's no time like the present, Too bad I realized it late... Once upon I was gentle. But now, I don't know my fate..... I gave it a shot, But now, I fate the music. In my fate I have a spot, It was very stupid.... Fortune favours the bold, Was my motto on life, In my heart I have wold, Perhaps, saves me afterlife? Believe, I'll be back, Perhaps, I play hooky? I know, my soul is black, I guess, in this life I'm roockie... You've always helped me, I gave an uncomplicated vow, What did you teach to be me? But dear, see me now.... What have I become? I don't know, Where did I come? I think, I die slow....
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