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Is there life on Mars?
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Why do I always feel like I’m waiting to begin?
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The sun sets on everything and we forget who we are.
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She laid her head on my chest, as the sun burned down the west.
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Who wanna seek you now?
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It’s like the sun set in your eyes and never want it to rise.
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Crack ships into a million pieces.
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Noir summer sunset.
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Tower sunset.
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We were painting silhouettes.
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While the mistral blow it all away.