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Now This…

Nobody figures this out

No reason to fear and or doubt

I collect my peace in the park

In front of my face and afar

The trouble with trouble’s remote

Held in the wrong hands it’s a joke

This handshake of failure’s sublime

It comes when it goes then it’s mine

Your reason to reason is pure

When nothing means everything more

If shadows could turn back the time

I’d forever close tight my eyes

So when it seems home is a liar

Your answer is null unrequired

No reason to fear and or doubt

Cause nobody figures this out

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