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May 2016
We can always pretend
make believe that
it's true.

Loving you is the price
that I pay
and you pay too loving
me the way
you do.

It's an equality thing.

We can always pretend,
make believe that we knew

loving was the only thing that
was true.

Arms that we raise to the sky,
days when we live for the
nights that we die in
our arms that we raise
to the sky.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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