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Oct 2016
There is a time and a place, once upon a time calls your fate
Why don’t you choose?

Well there’s a day we call dawn, and a light we call you
But the night has never lost the day nor the moon
What’s there to lose?
Without you

I’d say a mirror and a view, always the same always new
Broken glass, seven years, and a sky that’s maroon
What’s it to you?
Well it’s blue
It’s blue every time I think of you
Written by
Andrew Koch
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