Clinging to a hope Dust that makes me choke A tiny piece of dirt Happiness assured can not be too far can not be too hard Traction having slipped I think I have lost my grip Mine But not for long Mine Think Imlosing pressure Think Imlosing ground Think Imlosing pressure Think Imlosing Ground down Falls down Hurts me Much less So good, so good So perfect like How could, how could How could you try What for, what for What be tter life Once more, once more It all slips By me...again By me Think Imlosing pressure Think Imlosing ground Think Imlosing pressure Think Imlosing Once more Put it in a package of perfect like Leave it in package of perfect size Never opened up and it can not slip By It all slips by
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