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once the last drop of rain has dried off the pavement

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with pink flowers petals falling over my head

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Not to be cool but vintage

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the old widow goes to the stone everyday

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feet on the ground but my mind flew to Mars

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if i make a wish in the middle of the night, will it still come true?

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why are we all trapped in the ground and not the sky?

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Somethings you just can’t speak about...

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Would you find me in the woods of grief?

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Life in pink

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Oh Julia, you’re just like the flowers of march.

You bless this place with your daisy besutiful smile.

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“Light pink sky, up on the roof”.