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tRyInG To FIgUre
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dOiNg
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caMe aCrOss
tHis RecOrd Of a
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trIed rUnNinG it
bAcKwaRds
maN thE thIng
gOt WaCk
fLipPed inSidE
tHi$ MiRRoR
sO sHineY
iN thE sUn
pOpPed out
Like a bLiStEr
oN thE hEELs
of EvERyone
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