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there is no sunken treasure
rumoured to be, trapped inside my ribs...
and we're undone by eachother...
mad girl's love song
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
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