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The date is a time, a time of beginnings

A miserable fun denied for convenience

The date is the line, the line you were feeling Those wuthering days the call became killing The date is a run and I'm running brethless

A carefull delight should never be nested, or The rage when the sight looks down on the rest of some grateful life or grateful dress, but

Meantime, this way won't survive the pain we live

The date is the skin you shave every morning The date is the grace you pray before sleeping The date is a land too far to be storming

Or faithfully made to perfectly bleeding

The date is the fall that breaks off the silence The greatest mistake, the fake love of sirens

The date is a blind bless out of God's keeping The date is a frame, the sisters and brothers, and

Meantime, this way won't survive the pain we live

(The date is the skin you shave

The date is the grace you pray

The date is the grace you pray

The date is the fall that breaks

The date is a blind bless out of God's keeping

The date is a frame, the sisters and brothers are sleeping)

The date is a time it should never be waited The date is the side on which we'll mistake it