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Nov 2010
Hey Harmony,
Don't drop whats in your hand.
Because Harmony,
You couldn't go buy it again.
We'll be blended together
In symmetry soon,
Dear Harmony.
So give it to me to hold on to.
Believe it,
The sun will dry up what's left behind.
So release it,
The sun will dry up what's left behind.
Coral Estelle
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