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i've been as careless as versailles in getting ready for you tonightold bracelets in a box somewheremy hair adorns me righti'm here, a flourishing and jovial malei'm all spirits and tall talesmy arms would be your sentimental bedif it ends as well as it is in my headi didn't see you come inbut i knew the room had been brighter sinceno one can help but notice howyou shine in all this decadencei stare you down and storm towards youpolitely, as i doand meet you with the perfect smileas your fucking boyfriend kisses youall the classical music in the worldcannot weep as deeply as a brokenhearted teenager From Letras Mania