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A Book For All The Liars.
Verse one: An imagination for a child desperate for an identification. Your eyes gave me all of those desires. Nights were endless but just a loss.
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When I think about youI think about all the things we shareI think your love and tendernessI think about the love you had for meI think about how in love I was with youWhen I think about you
