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I was told that loneliness was like spaces between the stars. Well, it's empty between these starry eyes. I was told a dead man was heavier than a broken heart. Am I dead now? My heart sure feels h
I think of you like winter. Gold and silver mirrors. Who are you. And all the anger. Trembling. Hard to handle. Paper thin OOoooh. OOooooh Was there color in the clouds. Raining over. The sil
