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The stars burn up and leave us in the dark, with our shadows brighter than our hearts.
It’s the saddest songs on the saddest nights that make us cry.
And with that, we sit back prepared to watch our dreams die.
And we cry out for everything we missed when we got lost in the memories
Will I remember you and do you remember me?
The sun will explode into pieces of hope. Will I be there to grab one or maybe not?
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