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[sweetbiceps]

okay im gonna write a song right here right now off the top of my head

Dear Mr. Edmund Michael Osmond
Why the sad face?
Your writing your songs like loves a discrase.
Write them in a metaphorical sense so the children dont know,
Your poisining them with words of hurt, of nowhere to go.
Dear Mr. Edmund Michael Osmond you die, and let the kids know too.
They are saddend Edmund and its you who flew,
because the children are blue.

get it? yeahhh...