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./~ Well it's a most peculiar feeling,
like sunburn in the evening
With dark clouds on their way
And you think it's most unlikely life could ever shine as brightly
Once the sun has gone and the pressure's on
And the rain is here again ~\.

./~ Well I throw away my sunshines,
my so-called little lifelines
Do you know what I mean? ~\.

I do not feel well. It is most probably my fault. I am not happy.

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awwwww *huggles*