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True Shakespearian octet iamb sonnet

Harsh reality

I took the wrong pill...

Waiting for you

Can't move on, babe I've done nothing wrong

Just another morning

II This town is becoming like a ghost town The first sight that hits you when you get into London itself is the London eye. Usuall..

III Caught by the fuzz, Well I was still on the buzz In the back of a van With my head in my hands As he dismounts he ..

IV On the journey through the wilderness And you find some time to dwell The burning out there on the horizon Is the highway to he..

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