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years go by
the way you used to flick your hair
you never had a single care
sweetly blush at the slightest touch
it'd never seem to look like much
the way you used to whisper words
we'd sit together. sit, feed birds
whatever seemed to pass our time
years went by. everything fine.
the way you used to grin and smile
to see it once more id run a mile
more than enough silent meanings
more than enough not voiced feelings
the way you used to be so sure
if i was sad, youd know the cure
you'd always stand infront of me
my heart. you had the key.
