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Echo On The Rocks (Other) by PsydewaysTears Like ladybugs
In October
You reappeared to me.
You waited 'til
The world was ill
To come and set me free.
I prayed for you
And late you came.
Some prayers are best unheard.
Your tears slipped out,
They pleaded meâ
I left without a word.
I'd rather be
Alone and lost
And here without a hope,
Than glued to you,
Upon that cliff
Without my faithful slope.
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