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Closed the door, but only half.
I need to sit and think.
Light outside the window flashing.
I close my eyes and fly away.
My love is crying every day.
And my heaven weep with him.
If you hard, honey, count to three.
I'll miss you every day
I took only half of the way,
But you're going to heaven. You die and it`s our common end.
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