Raindrops on roses
And bloodstains on linen.
Razors and long sleeves that keep my scars hidden.
Jumping of buildings like birds without wings.
These are a few of my favorite things.
When her breath stops
When his hard freezes
When I'm feeling sad.
I simply just think of my favorite things and than I don't feel so bad.
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