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Sep 2013
We ******* up
We messed up
We tear apart
We break a heart.

This will end soon
Night replacing the noon
Day goes on and on
And for all the chances left
All I hope to bless this mess.
Dechanteur
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Dechanteur
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   Kyle Andree Ore, Chuck, Eliza and ---
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