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She’s all ways, there someone to fall on,a rare type of lady,who you can call on,she constantly solves problems no matter what im involved in,then the winter shifted to spring,met another woman, she set me free in mere minutes,though it was like we all three would kick it together mostly at night holding on the rush of life,like so high were free-falling with no surface underneath the ladys got me focused to the teeth,me and mary and my mistress is hip-hop, keep me in like like miss this chance theres a next one,make mistakes with corrections, cause the wrong you left is rights with direction and it take two hands for chance in a stepping stone son,so I contemplate,be decisive and decide a certain perspective,to choose a journey to care,like rugby sometimes an instant score
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