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See The Twilight
In my dreams, I can see the twilight
go beddy-bye.
As the fields grow wet with dew.
With the aurora shades of falling leaves
as the moon curls up with memories.
A picket fence and homemade biscuits ago
that we fell in love,
but the shadow of God
still, bless this house with whispers.
go beddy-bye.
As the fields grow wet with dew.
With the aurora shades of falling leaves
as the moon curls up with memories.
A picket fence and homemade biscuits ago
that we fell in love,
but the shadow of God
still, bless this house with whispers.
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