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gently in these ragged foldscurled up and warm like easter's childa breath so faint, angelic weighti can't denythat i drift sometimeseven in these loving momentsto summery fields i call my ownwhere i can lie and in them feelat one with my deathwith limbs outstretchedi can't denythat i'm weak sometimeseven in my strongest momentsand the way you cry at mei don't know whyyou stay
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