i take the morning out to clip your velet wings hurt broken and fallen are all the things you have seen so come here sad sad girl and ill take you in serching for someone who will help you breath ill hold you in my arms hug you tightly untill you relize i wont ever leave you so hold my hand and slowly cry as i take the moring away and bring the night.
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