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We keep the ugly feelings.
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Put me In a box and shake it real hard
Then a song might come out
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Past everyday the more I know
It's time for me to let him go.
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A never-ending sorrow of what it could have been
can be as small as snow-flecks when falling in our dreams
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לא זכיתי באור
מין ההפקר
ביאליק מחכה
לאפשריות העריכה
שיפתחו |
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