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Feb 2014
You could never just tell me
You had to show me
By(e) not showing me
The silence broke when it didn't matter
They're noticing
They don't come around do they?
I was the aurora to your hurricane
Now it's just rain
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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