What's good to you to me is poison. Why can't my lips just open wide? I miss the days we used to live, just listening about Lucy and those marmalade skies.
Here I live without the question. Where will we go how will we fare? The answer finally jumped into my arms yet while I reached I soon discovered you weren't there.
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