Would the winds at the cliff let me leap
if they knew that I was leaping for you?
I've fallen for you.
Pretty boys dig their own.
With these romantic notions
piled as high as the heavens,
I'd rather die than deny my foolish affections.
Hindsight may prove me blind
but even I wouldn't mind.
Stars may cross but never hold.
This will always be mine.
Crushed
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