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Not as you are
Looking up towards the sky
Your cigarette in motion
My almost best friend
Meet me after midnight
Behind the woods
His father sent him away
Sent him away
Elegance is enchanting
In a shiny black lacquer
London,
"I like the rain."
And the air that breathes into my face
With the leaves on the trees
Think about sadness
And pace yourself
Send away your heart
Send away your heart
Send away your heart
Send away your heart
The flowers were exquisite
The odor of death and flowers
No one noticed me
Sitting in the back.
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