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Cygnus the Swan, spins around my head like circlets. But I've come back down now, so you can breathe. And I promise it was a fluke, and I wish I could just wipe out the memories, words off a chalkboard. And somehow you always seem to let me down, but I'm still around.
Sometimes my deepest fear isn't you finding someone better; its you finding I'm not right.
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