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H o p e
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....and now I am so lost, I almost don't want to be found
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I don't understand by the touch of your hand, I would be the one to fall.
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nothing ever breaks up the heart
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shelter in humiliation
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September imparting
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texture and contrast
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one hundred percent organic
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signs of fall
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what my eyes see.........
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the wind all but washed the leaves away.
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what will....