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When the flowers claw their way out of the barren ground And bloom into the blue of your eyes Will I be reminded of you   I remember the day I first saw you A statue, mourning the loss 
Walking in the basement appartment that they were to be evicted from in 4 days, with a heavy book bag and a world of stress on her shoulders. She walked down
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