one your consistancy astounds me accented by your brevity what more could i ask for from time?	two still treading the same old ground yesterday, today, tommorrow been there before, never been here something's new, though	three there's nothing new about my name it's just the way you say it that makes me cringe, and cry and laugh and want to hear it again

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