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Your fingers in my hair Your hand on my cheek Your...
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Sleep, he said For you are weary And the night cold...
If the whole world Had tear stained cheeks Would there still...
My body often speaks about wanting You In strange ways it...
I carved A broken heart On the bottom of my foot....
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