I LOVE THE WAY THAT MY CIGARETTE ASH FALLS IN THE SUMMER SO LIGHTLY AND EASILY
THE WAY THE BREEZE CARRIES THE LITTLE PIECES IN THE WIND TO THEIR FATE
I LONG TO HAVE A LIFE SO WHIMSICAL AS A CIGARETTE
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I LOVE THE WAY THAT MY CIGARETTE ASH FALLS IN THE WINTER SO HARSH AND BITTER
THE WAY THE COOL AIR HURRIES THE LITTLE PIECES IN THE ATMOSPHERE TO THEIR FATE
I LONG TO HAVE A LIFE SO CURIOUS AS A CIGARETTE
