1Hurts to much
Sometimes
When the
World
Is gray
I picture
Your face
Most of the time
That works
And everything
Is better
But somehow
All your face
Causes now
Is heartache
Because
Too many
Love you

1Hurts to much
Sometimes
When the
World
Is gray
I picture
Your face
Most of the time
That works
And everything
Is better
But somehow
All your face
Causes now
Is heartache
Because
Too many
Love you
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