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Nostalgique

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The tide moves in, crashes, breaks
How did you cause this quiver, this quake
My eyes set fire with charcoal flames
I’m a memory, a shadow, a ghost with no name
And your not feeling nostalgic, not in the least
But I’ll love you the same, north to northeast



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