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I just wanted to close my eyes
I'm haunted by what I see
We stand so apart, but so close in thought.
When my soul becomes to deep, the stars start to weep
I just keep hoping your heart opens.
You don't have to like a memory to remember it, "Do you want it? It's pretty like you."



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