Wednesday 2 January 2008 photo 11/12
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My breath is on your hair I'm unaware That you opened the blinds and let the city in God, you held my hand And we stand Just taking in everything. And I knew it from the start So my arms are open wide Your head is on my stomach And we're trying so hard not to fall asleep Here we are On this 18th floor balcony. We're both flying away.
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