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| School's Out (Summer Time) i look back on all those memories times i reached out dreams i saw die when i saw her cry i was reborn this year a new conciousness i became the person i thought i was afraid to become earned respect and now this life must die as i am reborn again for another portion of the continuum ~erika boal |
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