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She goes home every night and dreams,
holding her pillow close to her heart...
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Across the moss stitched bridge
clash thousand rainbows...
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She and I,
hold a thousand...
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I feel it dying inside me.
Slowly fading into darkness...
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Your ignorance
and pretentious thoughts...
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I often scribble your
name on paper...
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It smiles at me as if to say,
I know the things you do by day...
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If I was to,
take off all my...
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And now shes done,
sick of constantly getting hurt...
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Red roses have a beauty
their stems bear sharp thorns...
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Dancing
without feeling...
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She is struck
Her heart stops...