Two little blackbirds sitting on a hill,
One named Jack, the other named Jill.
Fly away Jack, fly away Jill.
Come back Jack, come back Jill.Some days I don't know what to think anymore, other than to wonder why I bother. Why does it seem like the only way I can help someone is if I know I'll get nothing from it for myself? That's such a strange way
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