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Even when the chips are down, I can still manage to play the clown.

A close person that I loved dies, Nobody but my dog hears my cries.

I’m taking it one day at a time, her memory steals my thoughts, like a crime.

I just don’t feel like having fun. Tomorrow is a new day, here comes the sun.

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