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After you died

I grew weary and gray I strained more and more to hold on to my memories as they drift away Though my body ached I stood tall Giraffing to get one last look before I lose even the memory of you too.

After you died

I grew weary and gray I strained more and more to hold on to my memories as they drift away Though my body ached I stood tall Giraffing...

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