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Always liked things a little bit sad Too much joy can make you go mad Seems things are more real when that way Like grey clouds on a summer’s day When we grow old Yes when we grow old Say you’ll be with me And I know we’ll be ok
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
Grey Clouds on a Summer’s Day
Always liked things a little bit sad Too much joy can make you go mad Seems things are more real when that way Like grey clouds on a summer’s day When we grow old Yes when we grow old Say you’ll be with me And I know we’ll be ok
zac-shawhan
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
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