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i cant believe you packed up all your things
at least return my grandmother's ring
i laid awake until'bout five this mornin
falling asleep to the sound of birds singin

can't stop reflecting on what we did
i'm sorry i wished you were dead
it seems so suddenly we reached our end
but it was destined like ink running out of a pen






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