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More Than We Expected
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Gavin It was just like any other day,
Air wasted out of our breath,
Like the chimney smoke,
Smoking the soul of our home,
I took that hands of yours and rested to mine,
Before the wind blew the windows wide open,
Awaken right before we scattered with of storm,
Before we lost the wings of understanding,
Covered our words with of our own farewell,
As then we float towards our death.
