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Sorrow's End Paroles

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Paroles de Sorrow's End

I used to think, "I've never been
Through it, the deaths and stuff that
Make us old enough." Old enough to
Love a boy whose name I still don't
know. We traded voices, blurted
accidents. Brutal winter froze
Through spring's slow crawl. In
The summers burn, the
Impending fall.