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Nothing
Thought we had something
Never knew what thing
Could be special
Make it official
Need to consider
Don't want it to make me quiver
Will meditate down by the river
Then I will know what to deliver
Thought I was just looking
Didn't know what could be cooking
I knew it might lead to something
But now I have ended up with nothing
About the Creator
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