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You
You are what they call hitler.
By making flowers wilt and wither
I
I hate each passing moment
When near your smell, quite potent
They
They ask why I remain
Near your aura of decay
We
We act like there's nothing to say
Even though you make me cray cray
Please
Please I beg of you
God, give me the power to make it through
To make it through
Without turning too blue
Without leaving the world behind
Without making the world blind
Just to ignore you
Thank you for this opportunity. It's been a blessing.