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“It’s hard to say where this will take me My heart tends to run faster than my feet, but you walk across my thoughts like a visitor in the city, careful to not leave footprints of his own, but failing to stay hidden from every passerby coming through My heart’s been broken before but, still, it yearns to hear your name It’s hard to say where this will take me, but, if you’re there, I’ll go too”

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September Was Yellow Flowers

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