The Cup
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How do you want me, Cup?
Me myself been given full, no half;
Me myself made do all
Me myself got down fall,
But nothing, nothing and nothing
Without pain, pain and pain,
Now I suffer and get lost
And you enjoy all the best.
Bu şiiri puanla
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