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She was a lonely soul in the мσмєит
She was close but so far αωαу
She was all the beautiful and ugly тнιиgѕ
She was the crack on the frozen window
She was the tears running down a child's fα¢є
She was the creaking of the wooden ∂σσя
She was the unwanted hole in the ωαℓℓ
She was the notebook under the вє∂
She was the wind that passes ву
She was the violent crashing ωανєѕ
She was the stillness of the иιgнт
She was the coldness of ∂є¢ємвєя
And her thoughts were just as ¢σℓ∂...
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