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Of Things Lost

Two years have gone
Since you and me was one

Two years since I died
Two months since I cried

Two years of freezing cold
Without anyone to hold

Pushing love away, far away
Trying not to go astray

I should be dead
I should be ahead
I should be hopeful
I should be joyful


But I can not do that alone...

But I don't want to get close...


Never more




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Publicerad 2012-04-20 01:55



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