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Soft light dripping through my window The morning knows how I feel You're the silhouette upon my shoulder You're the singing of the day It's hard to pass you by leaving footsteps everywhere It's hard to even try but my music box will dare I may never know how you pluck away the cold Bittersweet spoken memories dipped in gold
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
Across a Pond
Soft light dripping through my window The morning knows how I feel You're the silhouette upon my shoulder You're the singing of the day It's hard to pass you by leaving footsteps everywhere It's hard to even try but my music box will dare I may never know how you pluck away the cold Bittersweet spoken memories dipped in gold
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
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