I've been flipping through my book of songs,
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and I realized that you never escaped a page.
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Every line that bleeds from this pen carries with it a thought of you.
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A memory, or just the simple feeling that no matter what I do,
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you're with me, in my mind and in my heart.
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Even in my memories, the ones you love are the first to leave
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and the pain you try to forget remains.
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Eventually it carves a hole in your heart so deep,
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you bleed to death and wonder how you ever stood a chance
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Your Sweet Legacy
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| The June Spirit |
