Quarante six

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No matter what you did,
I always came back.
I came back for what we had,
Or what I thought we had.

The tears you shed,
the truths you told
has now become
properties of air.

Say something,
Say something!!!
Make the air fall back.
Let it be just us.
Let our love be our oxygen.

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