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Do You Know Me

If you think,

I will be one of them,

Who exists just to smile,

And shut up when there's a crime,

Then you don't really know me,

Do you,

Because my words are sharper than the criminals knife,

And softer than the medicine right,

That heals like magic,

Things bad and tragic,

Not so easily forgettable,

So, if you're forgetting me lately,

Then do you really know me,

Because I am not one of them,

That becomes just a memory.

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