| Right away, I will stay and watch you go.
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| Tracks are left on the ground.
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| Crystal air and then, one lucky hour.
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| Stood with you, still indeed.
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| Tall as Cleopatra’s needle.
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| Spin around you I, ask for feelings.
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| Hard to see, early evening stars.
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| Instructions to the warm.— Roman Remains
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| I will see how then, one hundred ways to watch the shadows lose their lives.
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| I’m swept out like summer dust, you leave some words behind you.
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| I confess, I’m rushing with the best, of fools.
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| The day is out, and the sun will crane the moon, feet don’t fall in under June.
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| Cold and velvet.
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| One hundred ways to watch the shadows lose their lives.
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| I’m swept out like summer dust, you leave some words behind you.
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| Instructions to the warm.
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| Instructions to the warm.
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| Instructions to the warm, and oh.
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| One hundred ways to watch the shadows lose their lives.
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| I’m swept up like summer dust, you leave some words behind you |