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Mar 2014
Cold is the day
When I know I can't stay
When I'm waving goodbye
Knowing it can't be I

Cold is the day
When the world is made of clay
When I know I can't cry
Because it was all a lie

Cold is the day
When you're crawling back in May
When it's only just i
And I can't live any more lies
Twas time to move on
Grace Pickard
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Grace Pickard  21/F/Reno, Nevada
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