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| Aniseed kisses and lipstick traces, lemonade sipped in Belgian rooms couldn't replace the graceful notions that clung to me when i clung to you,
And they touch you like no one touched you,and when you broke they were there with glue, and their kindness was not a weakness and when they were there they were there for you,
But will they love you, the way, the way i loved you ? we jumped over the barriers.
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