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Come Hear The Music Play


 

The last one got me

Since although I know she's been sad in the past-

It was never spelled out so plainly

And though I may complain with a big loud voice-

My problems are tripe in comparison

 

"And I wanted to hold her and make everything alright. I thought that you could love another person enough to be the thing that lets them enter the world and stand in it, but the world is full of things that are falling-"

 

There's that monologue again.

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