Solutions for the 21st Century Street Magician
From the first day I saw you
Your heart was red
And when I went to Church
You saw me dead
For when the teacher said
You always find your heart
Your kindness just tore me apart
Now I am far away
And with another friend
But whenever I think of you
It makes me wonder
I guess I’m just roasted in red
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