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He's very sad and utterly incredible He's like November rain in a Canadian sky or black and white photographs of a woman on her balcony smoking cigarettes Making it look so beautiful You almost forget its killing you Now if I could take the alphabet and rearrange the letters into the perfect stream of words that would take his pain away, Or ease it I would But i don't so i give my body to him In hopes he'll ask for my soul
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
He's The 2am April Storm In The Middle Of December
He's very sad and utterly incredible He's like November rain in a Canadian sky or black and white photographs of a woman on her balcony smoking cigarettes Making it look so beautiful You almost forget its killing you Now if I could take the alphabet and rearrange the letters into the perfect stream of words that would take his pain away, Or ease it I would But i don't so i give my body to him In hopes he'll ask for my soul
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Swiss
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
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