so i must ask you friend dose it amuse you? dose it amuse you when i cry or when my smile dies? please tell me friend, this are the question i ask of you. so dose it amuse you? i cant see how you can let this things get the best of me, in truth you say im blind; in truth i say your cruel. but then again Im me and and you are you. so my friend till we again i bid you adieu.
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