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today i exist only in consequence |
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and i am feeling so very insignificant |
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when all you've left me is some fragile line of poetry |
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and the memory of a smile so deceiving |
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and will you be in your apartment tonight? |
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will i be in your mind? |
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will you be in your apartment tonight? |
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will i be in your mind? |
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and how many times will i read your goodnights |
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before i hear the whispers of your best wishes? |
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sleep well tonight, dream well in spite |
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of all persistent haunting and the certainty that we will die |
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and will you be in your apartment tonight? |
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will i be in your mind? |
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will you be in your apartment tonight? |
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will i be in your mind? |
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oooooh |
