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──── ;;✦i still remember the third of december, me in your sweater
          you said it looked better on me than it did you. 
          only if you knew how much I liked you
          but I watch your eyes as she
          walks by
          what a sight for sore eyes
          brighter than the blue sky
          she's got you mesmerised while I die
          why would you ever kiss me?
          i'm not even half as pretty
          you gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
          but you like her better
          wish I were Heather.↴๑ೃ୭̥