I turned you into poetry,
every time the feeling is heavy,
every time the memories haunted me.
I turned you into poetry,
cause I know no way to shoo you away;
or to keep you stay at the very same day
every time the feeling is heavy,
every time the memories haunted me.
I turned you into poetry,
cause I know no way to shoo you away;
or to keep you stay at the very same day
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