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Pink, fragile.Fall,vanish in a hole of uncertainty.Petals.Clear,strong.Fall,soak with the dirt of life.Tears. Farewell, sweet friend.Goodbye, fair mot..
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Something of a ghost story... or is it?
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A flutter of anticipation,a hush,a giggle.Paper wings and paper bows,satin ribbons and satin throws.Slowly, slowly, up, up it goes!Velvet curtain, glo..
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The land where milk and honey flows,
Is where I'd love to go,
the thing is just that nobody knows,
The land where milk and honey flows...
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And this is why I never talk,
this right here,
this is why I won't walk away,
and give the chance to hear.
Cause I know that no one wo..
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