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Apr 2011
Heavy eyes, it's getting too late
twenty more minutes and I'll be awake
I just remembered and just in time
what we're working towards, why I drew the line
every once in a while, it's less easy than now
I don't see anyone, but I can see how
a carefully worded sigh with you so far
would find a place and make this all hard

I don't know if lips other than yours would
but some nights I think they could
steal a tremble along my spine
and dreaming and doing is such a fine line
every once in a while it's less easy than now
I don't see anyone, but I can see how
a carefully worded sigh with you so far
would find a place and make this all hard
Daria Chrysanthus
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Daria Chrysanthus
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