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Imagine

Someone show me the names
Of song writers
Over the last 100 years

We celebrate and adore
Those who learn to sing

I am an artist with no art
No i am but
Without a way of
Advocating on my own behalf

A funeral is just a sad episode
Of where are they now
But reversed

Excuse me while i

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