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that linger like a perfume, Old songs on repeat, What's that on the flip-side - Are the lyrics bittersweet ?
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Jolie Laide There she hangs, his masterpiece and her own, Immortalised in paint, painted over until, A finished moment masks all tha...
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Her beating heart, so tired now, nerves worn thin with worrying, Her legs, led her, running on empty, to the place where she could rest ; ...
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