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after such knowledge
Saturday, April 4, 2020
Two Hundred and Fifteen
This long disease, my life, is nearly over
And I’ve learned nothing
that I wasn’t born knowing
Because there’s nothing more to know
There’s nothing to know
There’s nothing
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