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Too real for the taste of most
Cheers to that, I’ll make the toast
Holding me back is not a choice
I know where I stand, I hear my own voice
A lonely road that this could be
But a thing called happiness has chosen me
It doesn’t feel good, it feels whimsical
Like the melt on your tongue, the taste of a popsicle
A few little words to spill my heart
Aim wisely, stead hand, see the dart
hold to you dear the things that mean
People will take so keep your soul clean

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