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It wasn’t me afraid of rocks
And showers.
It wasn’t me afraid of happy days
And flowers.
No, no no, you see. It wasn’t me.
It wasn’t me that brought the rain;
It wasn’t me that came
And swapped your joy for pain.
It wasn’t me, you see.
It was you.


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