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Dec 2013
Hold my hand in yours
I'll feel blue,
Touch me softly
I'll become stone,
Kiss me on the cheek
I'll cower away,
Call me sweetheart
I'll paralize.
The Haywire
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The Haywire
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   Weeping willow
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