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Cellar Door
Tears well up but they don't fall
Crying like an animal behind the wall
Each day tumbles by like the last
Everyday feels like a slip to the past
Humble pie eats a lot like crow
I've learned things I'd rather not know
Follow me down and into the dark
Where I leave my moniker, I'll leave my mark
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