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Little miss runs away. |
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Didn't think you would ever come back. |
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As I turned my head. |
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I find my newest complication. |
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She won't run. |
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Won't fall. |
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She don't talk to. |
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Anyone at all. |
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Am I your sleepless dream? |
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Can I whisper soft advice? |
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Am I the wind rush through the trees? |
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Turning leaves of observation. |
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She won't run. |
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And won't fall. |
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She don't talk to. |
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Anyone at all. |
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River rushes towards. |
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A south city left behind. |
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The Tug is moving at a walking pace. |
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Slithering up her spine. |
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I won't run. |
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I won't fall. |
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I don't talk to. |
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Anyone at all. |