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[riverofbass]

December's chill comes late.
The days get darker and we wait for the direness to pass.
There's piles on the floor of artifacts from dresser drawers
that I'll help you pack.
I loved you Guinevere, I loved you Guinevere -- I loved you.

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[dream_turtle]

That is one of my favorite songs of all time, because a boy sang it to me once while we were driving. He was trying to get me to like Death Cab (which he succeeded) and was singing to me. It was sweet.