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I walked the hill touched by wind autumn leaves dancing round my feet |
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I stroke your hear and blew away the dust your pale and fading stare where are you now? |
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I don't really care you broke a lover's vow |
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I found the tree our scratches in the rind |
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I tried to read mossy names unsigned tiny letters hastily written down finally blue turns grey - margins fray but memories stay images do remain sentences stay the same plans get disarranged symbols changed |
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I hope you've lost all the shots |
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I hope you've torn them apart |
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I hope you've burned all the words |
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I wrote down - in believe wish |
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I could wipe out the trace wish |
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I could stop giving chase guess |
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I could wipe out the trace guess |
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I could stop giving chase turning around myself for too long |
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I've lost what's going on banning all what's left in a chamber |
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I feel fine keeping my head above water |
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I survive still too weak - to take your things, torn them apart still too proud - to call your things great memories who are you now? |
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I don't really care where are you now? |
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I don't really care |
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I walked the hill touched by wind autumn leaves dancing round my feet guess |
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I could wipe out your trace guess |
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I could stop giving chase turning around myself for too long |
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I've lsot what's going on still too weak - to take your things, torn them apart |
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I'm looking forward to that day still too proud - to call your things great memories |
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I deny don't want to glorify kissed your lips - they had the taste of drying wax badly surprised |
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I turned away shut the door - having just left the rack seemed |
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I had left the play smelt your scent - it put a neelde in my heart |
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I wasn't ready for the fray |
