.Ripin apart the stitches I see the sketches of what we used to be
Of what we used to see when we layed in the shade
All the love we made must of left a stain
A trace, a place, for we to be, to greed, to bloom, to leave, the leaves in fact they come in the spring to grow again
The tree we.
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