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Please don't walk away |
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Before you judge |
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These Autumn trees of colors and beauty |
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Fallen and weaken |
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My love is like a plastic rose, |
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I'll sit here with a smile, a match, and my memories of you. |
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Death isn't the end, it is a way out |
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Just when I know what I want to say...I am too late... |