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I’m holding on to specks of dust of what remains of my weakened self And I hope when I cry, you’ll hold on to my tears ‘Cause little sailors will be sailing on their tides
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
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I’m holding on to specks of dust of what remains of my weakened self And I hope when I cry, you’ll hold on to my tears ‘Cause little sailors will be sailing on their tides
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
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