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how could words ever describe the sickening feeling  of my surprise when moments with you became routine and all it took was gasoline to a spot up the canyon with the stars in view and looks that feel like deja vu what should I think now that our rendezvous  has begun to fall through you're always close by but I'm wondering why we keeping fading  and I keep feeling like I'm wading through emotions that you won't let come true.

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