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Sometimes I can’t remember…
When I’m standing by the stair,
If I should go up for something…
Or if I just came down from there.
By the fridge so often…
My mind is filled with doubt,
Did I put some food away…
Or come to take it out?
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The world is a sad place, but wine and music blunt the truth of it.
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