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Imagine I was right there with you When you looked up to your bedroom ceiling And questioned everything
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Imagine I was right there with you When you looked up to your bedroom ceiling And questioned everything
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No. 5
One day, when you're six years old you may watch your Dad leave, and have just the
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No. 11
One day you'll watch From the back seat of the car Your Dad grab your Mom's hair
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No. 105
I wish I could have warned you. I know it all seemed like just a game—
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No. 92
Ribbons unfurl and dance across your field of vision in the sunshine, their curls and shimmers
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No. 107
The champagne ship sailed through the night returning to a home washed over by the waves of the unknown.
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No. 110
I watched her hair catch fire On the promontory. My heart burns in the twin chestnut flames
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No. 111
On the steps outside of music class You taught me how to jump through time. The wrought-iron handrails,
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No. 112
The plan and execution— A fool's errand: demanded retribution. A lust for justice that only exists,
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Collection No. 1
Imagine I was right there with you When you looked up to your bedroom ceiling
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Collection No. 105
I wish I could have warned you. I know it all seemed like just a game—
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Collection No. 107
The champagne ship sailed through the night returning to a home washed over by the waves of the unknown.
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