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by Marissa Cabot Sep 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I saw you crying though the glass In your own, in your own escape Decided not to knock And parted with lipless goodbyes The last time I'd see… Stars are falling, stars are falling Like the rain on a day when I like to think Like the times we sat around Like back when you were alive