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Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs. "Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss." We painted crooked lines but danced in perfect time to a love so much refined, we know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief know before but never quite like this. All i know now is regret, it follows like a silhouette along
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