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Friends Only.
Theres no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard, no song that I can sing but I can try for your heart. & our dreams, they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs, some sepia-toned loving.
Theres no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard, no song that I can sing but I can try for your heart. & our dreams, they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs, some sepia-toned loving.