Fare thee well.
Fare thee well love.
Far away, you must go.
Take my heart.
Take my heart will we never meet again no more.
It just keeps coming closer and closer.
I hate June.
; whisper in my ear that all these years Ive been dreaming, then kiss me goodnight and itll be alright.. itll be all that I have ever asked of you.*
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