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It's me, the bench The one who let you nestle your scraped knee atop my wooden boards The bench that watched your parents interlock their lips from prom to the sound of bells those wedding bells The bench who would adorn your family the bench who would mourn your family I have almost withered away now time is almost over now But replacements are fine I see a badge on this new bench "Dedicated to you and your family." I am happy now I can die in piece now I am the bench and I loved you so
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
Bench
It's me, the bench The one who let you nestle your scraped knee atop my wooden boards The bench that watched your parents interlock their lips from prom to the sound of bells those wedding bells The bench who would adorn your family the bench who would mourn your family I have almost withered away now time is almost over now But replacements are fine I see a badge on this new bench "Dedicated to you and your family." I am happy now I can die in piece now I am the bench and I loved you so
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
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