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[eonshencothe]

There is a fool walking
Wandering
Pretending to be me
He talks to you
He laughs with you
Twirls, runs, and lies to you

One day soon one of us will go
I'll purge the fool or he'll purge me

That day I'll cease talk and cease wit and cease disgust
There will only be discussion and help and a smooth surface tension