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Past, Why do you keep meddling in my present
The past I can't handle
Yet You can't keep out of sight
Always around to make me sad
You came through my love ones
Knowing I felt, love understands
But the love doesn't know it hurts
That my pasts meddle through it
Oh be casted you hater of the future
Truth was said to clear you
But you abide still, not fearing the
Present and future for you are the past
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