Frantic Friend

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Calm down.

You're not sound.

You're true soul can't be found.

It can't be found anywhere.

Now, I'm kinda scared.

For the sweeping wind swept you away.

I hope and pray that you'll come back some day!

Always had somethin' pent-up inside.

Obviously, it was something serious.

It was something you would hide.

It always made you delirious.

I hope you haven't died!

It took you away!

I want to figure it out

It has me deep in thought!

Maybe you'll come back some other day!

I'm trying to find away, but..

The answer can't be sought!

I. Always. Had. A. Doubt....

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