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it’s those tiny little sparks
in daily life that make me
forget my wounded heart
it doesn’t matter when,
it may rain or it may shine
blurry memories of us
come back from time to time
it’s those tiny little sparks
in daily life that make me
forget my wounded heart
it doesn’t matter when,
it may rain or it may shine
blurry memories of us
come back from time to time
