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There was a boy who I told no, No meant yes, And my cries did not matter. I have crumbled, and stumbled, and the matter I once was has turned to dust, dancing away on a cloud somewhere my soul would rather be.

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Jan 29, 2015

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Tags: #boy #dancing #soul #no #dust #yes #cloud #cries #rather #matter

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