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M Leaving Saves The Day

Oh well, you've got me under your spell and I don't think that I'm kidding around. I don't think I can forget you now. I once sat up on my roof and examined

the world and melt with you Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate Dropped in the moment of imaginary grace I made a pilgrimage to save this

sweater here, but when I'm sleeping it's only green sheets and the hair down my legs. think I'll write Leif, when I'm near Tuesday, sometime before you go and I'm

worth these next four months until I bail out and kiss behind your ears, drive off in the van. oh my god, I think I'm dying in this car seat, where I

Пераклад: Захоўвае дзень. Шкада, што я сыходжу.

lives the kind which never hates (You should see why) Trapped in the state of imaginary grace (You should know better) I made a pilgrimage to save

Oh well, you've got me under your spell and I don't think that I'm kidding around. I don't think I can forget you now. I once sat up on my roof and examined

here, but when I'm sleeping it's only green sheets and the hair down my legs. I think I'll write you, Leif, when I'm near Tuesday, sometime before you go and I'm