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It's four hundred hours and my eyes are wide,
Crickets and frogs harmonizing in the silent night.
The withered rose in my bathroom sat in water,
I tried to make it last but it didn't bother.
No matter, it's the memory and a friendly reminder of you,
I sit and notice its shade of bruised purple and blue.
So I scribble each and every word with a little bit of love,
I miss you cause' forgetting you would be a little tough.
The withered rose in my bathroom sat in water,
I tried to make it last but it didn't bother.
No matter, it's the memory and a friendly reminder of you,
I sit and notice its shade of bruised purple and blue.
So I scribble each and every word with a little bit of love,
I miss you cause' forgetting you would be a little tough.
-nicole-
Gosh, I miss you guys. Especially you.
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