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    why
    why one day you make me smile

    next day you make me frown

    why one day you say you love me

    next day you put me down

    I'm tired of this rollercoaster so I'll have to let you go

    Now your wonder with the blank stare upon your face

    what te hell you done did now.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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