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Jan 14
I’ve been talking to the moon but she’s been distant. All she ever sends me back is rain. I could ride on top of clouds and just forget this. But the longing never seems to fade.

I’ve looking for the moon in all that darkness. It’s the gaps between the stars I have to face. I could ride on top of clouds and just forget this. Or learn how to dance in the rain.
bron
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