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Waking up, your headache's gone
the stone remains within

Felt that you once knew yourself,
you were wrong again

Walk outside and call your brother,
say, "hey we should talk"

Try to blur the memory but
you feel it's all your fault

Fumbling gently for my hand
you ask me for your keys

I say "no" and you start crying
like I might agree

All the storefronts glazed with fog,
willow weeping, I

Follow you into the storm
and try to keep you dry

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