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Nothing Was The Same
Nothing Was The Same   We were broken, now mended Holding hands as we had before Holding on to something more Nothing was the same   Here we are now in our room
But She is Loved
Look into her eyes, What do you see? An unfinished book, a lie to believe? Growing up she was anonymous to her unknown father No guide to escape the untold waters
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