my Cold Play nights and days
were never too far away,
from music, you and me
thinking of you again (and-of-course)
the hurt, the pain,
but, oh the love i'd gained,
loving, You-
were truly an island to discover (and,
i've got to tell you,) -in my loudest memory:
it was a beautiful Amanda morning sky.
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