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6d
Your eyes wander; you thirst for something grand.
My eyes water—the more I listen, the less I understand.
It was never a plea, but a command.
You've always belonged to the lonely, the needy, and the ******.
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Mae  23/F
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     Maybelater2 and The Romantic
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