Calibrate the virus
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Fold down the edges and call openness fatalistic
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Count to ten; close your eyes
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Carrying your dismay by the buckets full
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Dumping them into a river of fortune
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Up stream lies gratification
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Swim with the current
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Bottle your plague and drink it slowly
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Calibrate The Virus
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| Winter Solstice |
