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I've been told to count my blessings as they come ***** dishes in the sink and a wish for a home A permanent frown that says why bother Never paint stars in the eyes of another Ask the autumn winds about forever The rustle in the trees reply whatever And the way you reach for your jacket whispers never
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
Things that could've been in September
I've been told to count my blessings as they come ***** dishes in the sink and a wish for a home A permanent frown that says why bother Never paint stars in the eyes of another Ask the autumn winds about forever The rustle in the trees reply whatever And the way you reach for your jacket whispers never
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a-e-bill
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
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