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Sep 2010
We look away
From crimson skies
And feel the pain
Of sweet goodbyes

We spend the night
On diff’rent sides
And now our sites
Where we now hide

They tell us low
Was where we’d go
They told us so
And now we know

We look away
From tempting chance
That fate now lay
For one last dance

And now you smile
How nice, how vile
Make this worth while
Turn our backs and run for miles..
Written by
Skella Vierra
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