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Fall Apart

I lay under a tree, With no voice yet glistening with glee, And then I see you come along, And I don't know what to feel, Your voice is so pungent, That it always feels wrong, Even when singing the words to a song, But I don't know what to sing, Because I sat there in solitude, Just waiting for this foul mood, To disappear, To not retrace, To sit here and mope, Because I don't know how to cope, But all I know, Is you won't see me fall apart.

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