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The more you know
The less lonely you become
The more you know
The more precious the sum
When we were all so young
And all so very dumb
We thought our mothers
Were the only one
She tied our shoes
And chased our blues
And filled our glass
Without having to ask
And in the store
We cried galore
If behind a door
As if she was no more
And it scared me so
Not to see her so
In a strangers place
Without a recognizable face
But now I know
What makes people go
I can read their glow
Without even telling me so
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