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Jan 2014
If.
If.

If the sun danced and the moon cried that long ago night

That night when I laid down and died in the meanest way

For gone was my setting sun

And gone was my moon that whispered words of a love ever lasting

So I laid myself down and I wept long and deep inside of forever where broken promises were strewn by the wayside.

jo.
jo forstrom
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jo forstrom
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