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September 06, 2002 // 6:42 a.m. // Cry.
& I'm standing on a platform you gave me so much & you're standing here beside me you gave me so much you're with me so much
now I'm staring from a train
& all the trees roll back beside but I'm so oblivious
to the dark to the light
it's all the same
& now it's of the earth
& it makes me cry
it can make me cry
in a picture in a frame
& your voice could never fade it's so familiar
things you said in my head
every day
& now it's of the earth
& it makes me cry
it can make me cry
though your never with me anymore
& it makes me cry
it can make me cry