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May 2015
I held you close until you let go
And now I'm here, alone
Will you think about me down here?
No, no you won't
Away on your mountain top
Where nothing is ever as it seems
While I sit and rot
and you climb to the top
will you ever think of me?
Written by
Brie Williams
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