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In the little time we have shared you have yet to cross me, but if I say "yes" my tears are at risk.   That may not seem fair to you but it doesn't have to be because I am fragile
Lately I’ve been wanting something more My mind is clear and I see an open door I’m running, scurrying I can’t reach the other side I lost the key that holds dreams that died
Dear my Love, the walls have fallen, The stones and mortar have given way. Authorities have not yet told If it were attack, or mere decay. The resting village still lies in peace,
It's like a broken glassIt will never be whole againNo mater what you do
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