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I wrote a ballad about how this cloudy sky of mine became a clear one after you stand on…
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My day will start not with the sun rising but with you greeting me good morning. It gives me…
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I like to believe that you don’t deserve to love me. How can you love someone…
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Black, that’s the color of the room with floors barely touched by the broom. Cold, that’s…
