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Nov 2014
The blood that runs through my veins turns blue
When i imagine an hour or two without you
For youre my muse when i lay awake
When my head begins to ache
My body it trembles as a thought of you lingers
From the back of my neck to the tip of my fingers
Without you the seasons have no end
So ill follow you through every crack and bend
addy henderson
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addy henderson  keller
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