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[this_is_the_end]

i wish i had never seen the stars fall at your feet
i wish i had never seen the nothing behind your eyes when you told me you loved me.

i still remember the way the moon looked when the glass cut your feet and all the promises you made to me
(when we had a picnic lunch and you told me i had eyes like the sun and a voice like the rain)
faded into the fears i had always held so close to my heart.