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For the days we fear the air we breathe. Swear to me that the only thing is now and forever. We're a mirror image of the stars in the sky. All seem so bright. Some are loving, others mourning, in the night. And we'll run away... Start this world all over. We can be forgotten. Oh we can be forgotten now. All we need are the memories of the days we feared the air we breathe Så skön text ! :) Upon Beauty Rests - The Perfect Things In Poetry
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