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You fill my glass, all the way to the top. It never runs out.
I might be trash, but for some reason you keep about.
You don't go away, even when i fail,
You listen to what I have to say, I know you won't bail.
How do you do it? How can you stay,
after all those times that I seemed to stray?
You continue to amaze me, in all that you do.
You set me free, now I must pay my due.



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