I know all the names of your tears the numbers of those lonely years I know all the someone somedays don't believe them anyway when you love someone you can't always tell the sun it will be twilight soon save a secret for the moon in a darkened room write it on a black balloon then watch it fade from view save a secret for the moon I can show you sadder poetry than you ever dreamed there could be I know all the saddest people most of them are dead now
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