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Beauty, stealing my old jeans
I wish my hearts design, wouldn't just fold
Under the concrete, I shuffle the dead leaves
I hurt myself once more, trying for you
Just like my mother, I gave you my two sense
I said some things last night, that I won't forget
The orange and blue streaks
They play like the music
I give you one more chance, a thousand or more.
Gregory Matthews, Joao Gonzalez
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