never seen her smile like that ... After stamping my head in the mirror in which we looked at every morning. After smashing the hopes and dreams of youth that still remained. After plucking all the daisies in the garden ... I never knew because he did, never know the truth. Just know that I keep getting letters from beyond hell. My lawyer and got my soul for my faith. I got this stupid grin in return for my heart. And look out the window looking for your body and only spotted the postman. A letter more ...
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my sky is broken with each of your words of love
falls to pieces as they fell to the legendary Gallic
grieve to see the clouds break
grieves the breeze blowing angrily
hurts to the soul of such weather
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return to find the sun
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