baby, baby, tell me do, tell me true, do you miss me? The wind and my hand in your hair have left you like a beacon forsaken for the dawn, everything I taste tastes of bubblegum, I say I will not cry, I say you and I both know there is no point in crying. Sometimes I'm sick of this, all I want is something all-encompassing, something eternal. I
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