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- 07:56 am
“the stars are not wanted now: put out every one; / pack up the moon and dismantle the sun”
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- 09:54 am
“he carries the reminders / of every glove that laid him down / or cut him till he cried out”
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- 08:58 am
“windy has stormy eyes / that flash at the sound of lies / and windy has wings to fly”
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- 09:04 am
“Only the querulous cricket grieves, / And shrilling locust weaves / A song of summer dead.”
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- 07:51 am
“i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”
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- 11:56 am
“and he said to the man running the stand / ‘hey! (pom pom pom) got any grapes?’”
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- 01:52 pm
“i’d like to save every day / till eternity passes away / just to spend them with you”
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- 10:52 am
“you, you have your own special way / of turning the world so it’s facing / the way that i’m going”
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- 03:36 pm
“But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.”
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- 08:17 am
“love, i don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away”
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- 1: “i’mma wade, i’ma wave through the waters / tell the tide ‘don’t move’”
- 2: “seasons change and our love went cold / feed the flame ’cause we can’t let go / run away”
- 3: “love, i don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away”
- 4: “But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.”
- 5: “here is the church here is the steeple / you were looking for saints but you only found people”
- 6: “i’d like to save every day / till eternity passes away / just to spend them with you”
- 7: “and he said to the man running the stand / ‘hey! (pom pom pom) got any grapes?’”
- 8: “i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”
- 9: “Only the querulous cricket grieves, / And shrilling locust weaves / A song of summer dead.”
- 10: “windy has stormy eyes / that flash at the sound of lies / and windy has wings to fly”
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