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The blue sky in your eyes
Your mouth shaped like a heart
You can't imagine how
Or how long these things hurt
You left
You let behind you
Me
Them
Us
And I just sit there at our place
Cold and alone without your arms
Wishing for you to be there
Wishing for you to be back

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