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*Baby, let me die a classic, pull those curtains down; give me one last dream, don't hurt me now, I won't hurt you ever.* Fifteen years on board and sail, then Life hit the breaks too fast; I saw you grow so old, so weak, and in your hospital ward blues. I was trying too hard not to cry, not to shame.
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
So long, goodbye.
*Baby, let me die a classic, pull those curtains down; give me one last dream, don't hurt me now, I won't hurt you ever.* Fifteen years on board and sail, then Life hit the breaks too fast; I saw you grow so old, so weak, and in your hospital ward blues. I was trying too hard not to cry, not to shame.
Hope is one four-lettered truce we frame to spare our beloved.
jwala-kay
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
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