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Your heart is spun of white and gold threads, And you wear your feelings on your sleeves, Tonight you lay down your feelings beneath the beds, As I travel to the forest to run through out the trees.

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watchingoveryou

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watchingoveryou

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Published

Apr 11, 2013

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