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if love had a sound, this would be that sound. love. love, we would be the band to play it. my ghetto butterfly flew away from me, i wait patiently. by windows and doorsteps, play make believe as my tears pour to my chest. won't succeed to breathe if not the hear of you. surely there hasn't never been a shade so blue. a stank attitude, so not mad
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