All Hurts Are Still The First One
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All hurts are still the first one,
All pains repeat the same,
Rejection states, that you'll win none;
Your cast-off face and name.
Though you'll still rise to dust off you
The smarting stones, of better men;
They'll leave your sullied, dirty blues
To march toward their finer whims.
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