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she feels she needs to leave |
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when the fields are all covered in frost |
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and the dreams begin to breathe |
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opening the partly open locks |
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while the others start to disagree |
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on returning to rough and moving grounds |
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and if I should come to be relieved |
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would it be without you |
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she feels she needs to leave |
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to avoid a messy aftermath |
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alone between lines of anguished needs |
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rearranged to allow a newborn path |
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while the others start to disagree |
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on returning to rough and moving grounds |
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and if I should come to be relieved |
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would it be without you |