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51 My feet of clay I was raised But I was never praised I grew up But I was never brought up My nothingness I don’t have a name In fact, I don’t have a person The only thing I have is this old shadow A ghost that has haunted me all my life. Do you? I don’t know a man who does Do you? Are we together like some twin foes? Walking up the wrong isle? Not fit Did you say you didn’t like it? Well, then you’re not alone If you don’t think it fit Then how can we send it to the Holy One? ...

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