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Eyes are like skies; blue. Mine jealous green, I keep an altar to pray at, who cares if it's clean, To me you are so new, I'm broken, I'm old, Sunrise turns me to copper but spins you to gold
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
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Eyes are like skies; blue. Mine jealous green, I keep an altar to pray at, who cares if it's clean, To me you are so new, I'm broken, I'm old, Sunrise turns me to copper but spins you to gold
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
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