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Sep 2014
Oh how i wish we were younger
That flowers would never dry out
Staying in love, means to never loose faith
In something you know will end

Β Β  Oh how i wish you would stay here
That petols would stay on their stems
In the darkest of nights and the coldest of days
I will long for your skin and your bones
Caroline
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