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Mar 2015
It took me three-hundred-twenty-six letters
And more, even more tears,
Endless nights
With your face
Smiling behind the window
Snatching sleep away from me,
Endless exhausting days
With no capacity to notice the sun
No capacity to notice the time,
And a lot of pain
A hell lot of pain
To forget you

But I don't think I do.


F.Z.**N
Eleanor Rigby
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Eleanor Rigby
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