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May 2020
silk
distraught
love won
love lost
too many interviewsΒ Β 
blew your first shot
there's a lot of blood for one night
a party on new years
what a game
maybe you'll leave or maybe you'll change
the sun hits my eyes
as i fly that kite
i try to watch out
reign it in
but it puts up a fight
not dissimilar to you
theres nothing new
here i am
stuck
while youre untrue
Eleanor
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Eleanor
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   Cathy Devan and Vera City
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