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Lord knows we've
hurt each other...
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John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...
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Write me like a poem
that the world will read...
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devoid of freshness...
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A mother's beauty is beyond our reach
who offers much more then just her words...
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Rain drizzled as tonight grew timeless; your scent
bloomed fierce in the corner of a candle shop...
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Tonight's dream was the choreography
of every moment I described you as...
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No, he is not a prince in full regalia,
riches falling at his boots...
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Worry is a white
fox, a snowy ermine...
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She lurked behind corridors
disguised as a queen...
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Let me sing you a song dear,
of moors wide and skies clear...
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Tonight I'm sipping nostalgia bitterly
from a chipped mug. Hunched over...