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For a love that leaves you clutching the air with tired hands, wanting someone who will never be there. For the smile that lights up a heart that doesn’t beat and red hair that dances in the wind. For dirty square glasses and obscure band names and the strumming of a bass guitar played just for you. For the immortal and the mortal, and the eternity that will pass by too quickly. For the kind of love that refuses to fade and the remnants of a childhood long gone.
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