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Tell Him

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Tell him
I've gone away
There is no coming back
I'll run and can be found in his
pocket.

Hiding
Look her she comes
Running away from her
Don't let her see me; stay away
From mirrors

Roses
Will be crying
The ground will be broken
A spirit lit in 1910
Is buried





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