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When I was eight my mother said to me
Down on her sick bed where she was shivering.
The world is a war room,
stand erect,
And don’t live with guilt.
Make money
And be the man I wished for,
But never had.

I took to the part
And started walking
Using the foolishness of my dad as a lesson.
And of cause for ones
He was useful.

And here I am
Standing as a success
And the man she wished for
But never had.

In a world too heartless and civilized
For a woman like her.

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