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Her eyes wonder then I begin to ponder And
As the rain drops smack agasint the window we climbed to the top of the tower. And slowly danced in the dark to the beat of our own hearts wishing the moment would never end only to realize our lives together could never begin.
She left like a thief in the night, only leaving behind
If you're looking, I'll be napping, somewhere in Dreamland. If you're looking, I'll be high in a tree, as the Sun's rays recoil over Uncertianity's horizons.
Butterfly baby, traveling way too fast. Uncertianity is her future; Darkness haunts her past.
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