"Oh, the rivers I've cried when we said, 'Goodbye.' Wondering if I'd made it up in my mind, but now you look me in the eye. And you told me, 'I loved you.' Came back when it mattered, when I saw you standing there in the shine of the window, wearing that same smile..."
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Lilies bloom pure white, butterflies soar blue. The darkness that yearns for the light, is it really you?















