The End

February 7, 2011
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In my heart is an ache, that no one can heal
In my soul is a memory, that no one may steal
On my hand is your touch, which I can still feel
So often, do I think about you

I remember the day
I remember the pain
When reality; stole me away
So often, do I think think about you

Please don't leave me
Sirens; lights
Blue, red; blue, red; blue, red


So often, do I think about you

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