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Aug 2015
You are the mountains
that I'll never reach
your streak of golden hair
is the sun that'll burn
me when I come closer
Your smile is a tide
that could wash me away
and you're the ship
that I've always wanted to catch
I'm drowning,
but you're sailing away
Adele
Written by
Adele  BCD, PH-YYZ, CA
(BCD, PH-YYZ, CA)   
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