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Aug 2017
And name me a time of when
The reasons have passed
To look at me now
Is to see a mistaken reflection

I realized I don't have any pictures
I thought a sunset took care of it's own
You can find it wherever you are
But not someone who meant to leave

I only wanted to feel you deep in my heart
The only way was to be the forest itself
Not living to look at the past as a wisp
But taking a chance with the lightening

I can't say anything being about my girl
Is that only for times when we were young?
It's that I want to carry you up the stairs
Who can say when but I know I can
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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     ---, Glass, Weeping willow, --- and ---
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