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The rain patters softly on the grey day,Soft child footsteps on the pavement,The streets below are vacant,While I wait and listen to the October-weath..
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O for.....
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"I took my time/I hurried up/The choice was mine/I didn't think enough/I'm too depressed/To go on/You'll be sorry when I'm gone."
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,,
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No.
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,.,.
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Darkdarkdarkdarkdarkdarkdarkdarkdarkdarkdarkdark.
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How we've grown close,Over the years.What, three? Four?I've changed from that overbearing, awkward boy,And you've stayed the same; that mysterious mys..
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It's the holiday season again.That special, most beautiful time of the year,Where Frosty the Snowman comes out to play,And Santa makes his deliveries,..
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