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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-12-19 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | And this is how it all goes. Flowers rust and I turn to dust. Cause I'm not fast! You know I'm just lost. So go away. Save the day! Why would I make you stay? That would be to your dismay. And yet I'm going to be around. Can’t help it! I’m spellbound. So what if I'm hurt? I know I'll rise from dirt. It'll take me forever now, But you know I am around! So go away. Save the day! See my spirit go to waste, Lean on it and taste. My eyes are shut. And my heart bleeds up. You've crashed through my face Defenseless still, still no defense. But still I won't leave. My wings will keep me believe. Everything will now fall. With no recall you'll save it all. You've torn me all along!
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