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Her golden hairs are tangled wires Headphones in my pocket Knotted, crows along the lines Dripping from her locket The raindrops land upon our tongues And whip our faces red In this song the voice has sung What we could not have said It flows through time, and everything It's there and never ends She dances like an autumn leaf That floats upon the wind _________________________________ I'll never be the current me And can not feel her go I'll never be who I want to be The person I'll never know Has taken all my memories And set some of them free Whoever she is I'll never see But I hope she'll be happy
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
Paradoxical
Her golden hairs are tangled wires Headphones in my pocket Knotted, crows along the lines Dripping from her locket The raindrops land upon our tongues And whip our faces red In this song the voice has sung What we could not have said It flows through time, and everything It's there and never ends She dances like an autumn leaf That floats upon the wind _________________________________ I'll never be the current me And can not feel her go I'll never be who I want to be The person I'll never know Has taken all my memories And set some of them free Whoever she is I'll never see But I hope she'll be happy
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
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