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Apr 7
It picks me up when I'm stuck feeling down
Conscripts my lips to smile
And relieves my mug of frown

Peps up the steps and moves my heart to pound
If I did not know better
I'd say my true love I've found
Cheers to you, bitter juice of a bean that's been blasted to grounds!
Friends for Dinner
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Friends for Dinner  Some Strange Nebula
(Some Strange Nebula)   
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