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      Six minutes of silence
      Counting seconds from the floor tiles
      Bathtub edge is a cold seat

       Can six minutes make you oh so sad?
       That you would look away from me, and the mirror
       Because the back of my head is there

        I turn and reach for now itís seven
        And you once said letís never leave angry
        But by eight youíve been gone forever
 


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