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| :::sigh::: Lo, though the lights are blue, they can't match the blueness of my heavily burdened soul | |
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| Oh, you dark, brooding boi, I feel your pain. Maybe we should go back to my place and you know...TALK about it... | |
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| I'm sorry, words can't BEGIN to do justice to my inner turmoil | |
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| Well, we don't HAVE to talk.... | |
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| His silence is so intense, oooh! | |
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