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It 

Is
So hard so hard
To keep it for myself
Because I want to show it off
Open my chest to all the spiders and butterflies run away and 
Give them some Sun
But I can't
Because they aren't good enough
They don't like other creatures 
So the hope would roast them
And take my brain off.

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