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he's thwarted by a melodramatic puzzle, sick of hearing rumors that he knows but he still sings of my eyes when we've yet to say our goodbyes; and I still sing of life without him - serenading him in person. are we subconsciously practicing for the 'last hurrah' or portraying roles we vaguely know? we know it's no day but today... - Jacqueline C. Audrey |
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