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I space my words with loving conviction
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While blaming my past with no dictation
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To where my life figures love
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into equations I ignored when young
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My teachers yelled to faintly remind
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that work held importance over what held my eyes
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Black haired ice cream melting sunshine rise
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fixed on you, O' Perfect Design.
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