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    Voodoomuro
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    I'll love you, baby, but I know you don't understand. When the good lord made me, he made me sad. The best I've felt in my whole life is when I was in your hands, but you deserve better than what I have to give. We slept under your mother's quilt and drew pictures on paper bags of birds we'd seen in Tennessee the time we lost our map. But there's bears in the balcony in the drunken dream I had.

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