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i could spend my life adrift and wonder what i’d missed
or give life to those eyes; and the feeling subsides

you were something of a mist i thought could not exist
we were kids for a night when we walked by the light
can you give me your words, my little bird?
i want to give you my life

Print by anonymous Albarracín

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