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When everything felt warm And when skies were still blue. Somehow, I blame all those things on you. I woke up every morning to two things, The morning light warming my face and your radiating embrace. You were my color. You were my sun. All in one. The day you taught me how to sleep, I've since forgot. But I'll always remember, That true rest only comes when you're here. But you're not.
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 1:28 AM UTC
When skies were blue and everything felt warm.
When everything felt warm And when skies were still blue. Somehow, I blame all those things on you. I woke up every morning to two things, The morning light warming my face and your radiating embrace. You were my color. You were my sun. All in one. The day you taught me how to sleep, I've since forgot. But I'll always remember, That true rest only comes when you're here. But you're not.
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 1:28 AM UTC
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