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Dec 2015
It won't be in vain
to swallow all your pain
and learn to love what burns
and gather courage to return.
Faces in the crowd,
faces in the crowd will smile again
and the devil may cry,
the devil may cry
at the end of the night.
The light will shine through the rain
and heaven will hear them call your name.
The Weeknd.
Bunhead17
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Bunhead17  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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