Jul 18, 2015, 12:44 PM

The London Eye 

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Some day I will understand
how you treated me...
Was it wrong? Was it right?
Was it really thee?
I can't hold on to empty words,
nor can I hold on forever;
you are the one thing I will not regret
through days of sun and rain...
The London eye cries with cries
While the rain is drizzzling over
Our heads, our eyes, our bodies
as you go in the distance...

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