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Aug 2017
if you weren't here
id think of you
every morning
every evening
and every  night
I wouldn't get anything right

if you weren't here I'd leave
i'd go
I don't know where
but it would hurt
every morning
every evening
and every night
I wouldn't get anything right

if you weren't here
I still might be
and you'd live
every morning
evening
and night
without me
I couldn't sleep
so please
just get here
so I can stay, sleep
and be
Old Stoney
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