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| chrs's confession | ||||||||||
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| ..... . .. .weather ( like a digital strom ) its a green eyed mermaid from a deep down ocean palace or a a secret stone buried under the waves ( like a signal from a hidden device ) i still cant place where i saw your face ........ ( dont push me away i was here to stay .... but now . .. . now i .. . i . .... i walk away ......../ // ...... ) |
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