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Shadows
They are kind of the person everyone wants to be
It follows you around in the sun, copying your exact movements
I stair down at my shadow, wondering how they ever appear to the eye
Shadows haunt you in a way, especially how they are always there.
But then they are not.
They are kind of the person everyone wants to be
It follows you around in the sun, copying your exact movements
I stair down at my shadow, wondering how they ever appear to the eye
Shadows haunt you in a way, especially how they are always there.
But then they are not.
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