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See AllThe better parts of who we are have come from what was broken When a cyclone found the walls we built And blew them all wide open. And in my heart I grip this truth On any given instance This love we
I may not buy you gifts today Or think to send you flowers But I know your shoulder better than mine And we've laughed and talked for hours I don't see you quite as often now But I always think of you
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