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An old love of mine to wed the worst man she finds. |
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A blossom that's bloomed, in a house that's a tomb, trapped in the rhododendron fumes. |
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Bit by the Spring, Hurt by the thing, Plagued by the memories that it brings. |
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No peace in the miles, there's word of the coming of a child. |
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The broke can still break, oh, what time can take, somewhere in the rules lies the stakes. |
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Bit by the Spring, Hurt by the thing, Plagued by the memories that it brings. |
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Bride to be, my only friend, is leaving me, in a Spring with no end. |
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Bride to be, my only friend. |
