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| Silence can be so loud. Bittersweet things come to stay. In your eyes-everything honestly. Can't stop it; I've tried. Is it over yet? What I want isn't mine. Bird in the hands; set me free. Drifting shadow over me Brings me from sunshine to rain. And we start all over...again. |
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