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I've got this feeling, its a strange one.

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I've got this feeling, its a strange one.
In the pit that was black, in the pit that was dark.
In the one that had hurt so very much, its gone.
A blazing fire, but not of anger, rather a pheonix,
that flutters to life.

Yes, lets say it flutters, thats the glove of fit.
Lets say it jostles, and ends me giddy asprawl.
The blackheart is gone, replaced with anew
Which makes me think its important to say that

i love you.





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