My mother is a time machine putting ballads on my knees always complains about my clothes telling me don't pick you nose I with that i could see her there when she got ribbons in her hair then i could go ahead and say i know you when you old and gray my toys they break so fast they turn into vintage of the lost i know then when they fall apart i will keep them close by yes even when they fall apart keep them close
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