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Seasons pass.
Last season's friends have left me
Or I left them, I'm not sure
Though I guess,
In the end
We all fall from each other
Like crepe paper leaves off Autumn trees
Or I left them, I'm not sure
Though I guess,
In the end
We all fall from each other
Like crepe paper leaves off Autumn trees
Published 16th Feb 2013
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