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my dark hair brushes over my cheeks as the cold wind blows as i lay on the lim of the dead oak i
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look at the beautiful twilight sky, its getting late and the grave yard is getting silenter
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sure i say looking at the other lim close to mine
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*i look how can u lol ur lim isnt right on mine the space is too large
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savaskalkan lol can we do the one outside please hun
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*would it make u feel better to watch me as i bleed* i love this song :)