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I hand you my past and you give me tomorrow. We’ll repaint the grey, do away with the sorrow, With every ounce of our afterglow. ~
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Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:44 AM UTC
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I hand you my past and you give me tomorrow. We’ll repaint the grey, do away with the sorrow, With every ounce of our afterglow. ~
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Feb 3, 2022 at 12:44 AM UTC
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