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Nov 2018
Lay with me on the grass
And make wishes with the moon
And when we fall asleep, our hands
Will find each other
Because they know that our heartbeats
Match.
And we will stay that way
Until the sun greets us.
But what the sun
Is not aware of,
Is that
You and me
Were made for
The rain.
Written by
pip
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