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In pond goes the peer

In pond goes the peer
I see nothing extraordinary
Or handsome.
Throughout soul is search
I find nothing amazing
Or important.
I set work out for doing myself-
Hills remain to be scaled.

Collapsed lies master in my hands
I shout for a second, and begin to cry
High hat into my digit flies
I shout for a second, and begin to cry.
Would it be better just to die



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