I'm over you
all the stuff we used to do
those days of secret games
It's over and you'll find
we're both out of my mind
no more slushy names
It didn't mean a thing
the special songs we used to sing
this silence is much better
just photos stored away
from a long gone, sunny day
the odd dreamy, perfumed letter
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This is beautiful.
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