When you go, will I know? Will you advertise it, or like snow, will you melt in the middle of the night? Oh, the daylight is the hardest night because the days like to go... And when I die, will you find me in a thousand songs? Or will we find our words fly without the use of arms in the twilight? And the morning is night, and the Northern Lights are on...:)
-i.
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