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What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?
To tell my troubles to?
A young woman with short blonde hair and a string of pearls around her neck walked into the bar, immediately heading to sit on a tall stool. After ordering a decently strong drink that most self-respecting women wouldn't dare touch, she sighed and pulled her phone out, immediately dialing an old friend. "Iris, darling! You should come to the bar and drink with me. From what I can hear, you need it." After waiting thirty minutes, Vivian finally gave up and stood, rolling her eyes. "Forget this." With that, she left the bar.
When I'm alone with only dreams of you
That won't come true, what'll I do?
That won't come true, what'll I do?
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