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so maybe every night I still wait by the window
for your black wings to come flying in
I've never seen them, but I've imagined them a million times..
how they must look, attached to your small body; free
and maybe you lied, and maybe I believed you
I don't care about anything you say.. all I care about is the sound of your voice
because I need to feel, and need not to hear
so maybe I'll never stop.. against all odds, against all reality, against all everything..
you told me you were coming, and I'll wait right here until you do.
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