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If
If I don’t speak to you soon
All the smiles and sighs and stories
I have inside
Will go unseen, unheard, unread.
All the passion and places
We could have shared
Will go unexperienced
They’ll all go up in flames in me, unused
And you’ll never know
How much I burned inside
Just thinking
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