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Into the night grass

I’m up, all night long
My heart steals, sleep I’ve never had
Rainstorms wash the love away
I don’t want to feel that way
It blows my mind away
In search of love
Grinds my mind
Walk away, into the night grass
I don’t want to feel the pain
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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