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falantaj folioj
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2016-11-02
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longer days, longer nights
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summer was supposed to be our passage of rite
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maybe I've got my words mixed around
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I don’t think my head's on right
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falling leaves, time to leave
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everything you've ever known
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and go farther away to get closer
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it’s confusing, I know
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I’m sorry that nothing has stayed
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and everything has changed
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you must feel so alone
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maybe I'm just talking to myself
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I press my hand against the walls of my new room
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white and full of potential
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I wonder what stories of the previous owners they held
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I’m not a detective
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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