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Breathe
when I couldn’t breathe,
You used to take my hand and hold it gently on the middle seat,
When my mind’s best pass time was stories to weave,
I used to look at your smile through those crooked teeth,
And it felt like an evening of autumn...
You used to take my hand and hold it gently on the middle seat,
When my mind’s best pass time was stories to weave,
I used to look at your smile through those crooked teeth,
And it felt like an evening of autumn...
