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Woodchips in the Wind
Her eyes wonder then I begin to ponder And
Silent Dancer
As the rain drops smack agasint the window we climbed to the top of the tower. And slowly danced in the dark to the beat of our own hearts wishing the moment would never end only to realize our lives together could never begin.
Dark Road
She left like a thief in the night, only leaving behind
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