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She'll remember all the shouts and the doubts
The same song
Literatures as the role
Of standing empty at the night so still
Such a small affair of reading
Someone enclosing as the night clept on
Here again and when you speak
I watch you move away
And seemed so sure

She is open to forget
In the moment she slips away
When the colours move appart
And I wonder if you want to stay
And I need to change the kind of words I'm reading
Don't you understand
This is the warning and the message
I remember as you touched my hand

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