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" tick tock, tick tock
goes the clock
these words hurt much more
than a sharp, sharp rock.
no one to help me
no one to care
my life is a story
which ends in despair.

you told me to keep calm
because things might get better.
it's rainy now,
but there'll be better weather."

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