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Under the swampy glow |
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With glossy green, prairie tide |
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It's where our goodwill painted its own |
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Our clothes held us tight |
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Closer, closer, you were close to me |
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When our hearts painted their own |
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Over northern hills, our cryptic tales breed the script |
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Darling, don't forget our clasp in the stairwell |
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Untouched, a city froze |
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We felt the wind in our bones |
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That's when we left our dreams, we left them alone |
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Under gleaming Aprils, our open tales, tell our love story |
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Darling, don't forget the words that gave us breath |
