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It is like two sticks
Leaning onto each other
My mind is a whirl
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It is like two sticks
Leaning onto each other
My mind is a whirl
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The clouds are forming
The time to rest draws closer
There is agony
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Palms are open wide
Waiting for your one reply
“With me, forever?”
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