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Lang Leav

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Saving You The darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes – a blown out candle, I wish to go with him. Sometimes I see a flicker – a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he’s gone again.
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Saving You The darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes – a blown out candle, I wish to go with him. Sometimes I see a flicker – a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he’s gone again.
I had my first dream about you last night. Really? She smiles. What was it about? I don’t remember exactly but the whole time I was dreaming, I knew you were mine.
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I had my first dream about you last night. Really? She smiles. What was it about? I don’t remember exactly but the whole time I was dreaming, I knew you were mine.
Beauty’s Curse Her bow is drawn to worlds of dark, where arrows spring and miss their mark – she’ll turn their heads but not their hearts.
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Beauty’s Curse Her bow is drawn to worlds of dark, where arrows spring and miss their mark – she’ll turn their heads but not their hearts.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss, and eyes not met my own.
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Of lips that I am yet to kiss, and eyes not met my own.
A marker drawn to show our end, is etched into its line. The briefest moment shared with you – the longest on my mind.
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A marker drawn to show our end, is etched into its line. The briefest moment shared with you – the longest on my mind.
It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.
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It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.
Can I ask you something? Anything. Why is it every time we say goodnight, it feels like goodbye?
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Can I ask you something? Anything. Why is it every time we say goodnight, it feels like goodbye?
I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting for the next x or o.
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Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting for the next x or o.
In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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