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Last months grown apart, left too few, |
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Leaves now wilted blonde, through and through, |
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Warm haze growing still. |
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Now we've torn apart the ocean's blue, |
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Long lost track of time, through and through, |
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Cold nights left to kill. |
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Feel the fall close the door on days to come, |
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Nauseous words beg for more of what love's become, |
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Familiar earth's glow recedes to our loss that's grown, |
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Ageless birth, crumbling seed of my own. |
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It follows slow, lock the door through hours to come, |
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Ragged teeth clench for more of what love's become, |
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Sea of green drowning wounds in a helpless sigh, |
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A trace of me staring scars in the eye. |
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Last months grown apart, left too few, |
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Leaves now wilted blonde, through and through, |
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Warm haze growing still. |
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Now we've torn apart the ocean's blue, |
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Long lost track of time, through and through, |
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Cold nights left to kill... |
