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I felt the cold of insignificance,
where eyes used to meet...
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She sighed in prose
And wept in silence...
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I'd have wished upon a star
if I thought it'd help...
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Home coming
was not true. A character...
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Music You Were
Music You are...
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Sometimes your image
Shows sides to you never seen...
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I think I am a racoon.
I say good morning...
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Even if we don’t visit our heaven which is on...
I know each and every moment spend with you is...
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And so the day begins...how do you feel?
Is anything different at all...
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Here, at the end of all I am
As eyesight fades, with hearing spent...
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Street lamps burn the night away as moths fly...
The wistful air in dance and play, trailing...
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Let's see how it ends,
The dance of young hearts...