My new neighbor was a hoarder. She hoarded everything. Crystals, pink bakery boxes—she even took in children. Each one was flawed: too restless, not bright enough, a daisy-shaped head. The sound of
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In the Golden light
I listen to our song
In the Golden light
Nothing is wrong
In the Golden light
You're here
In the Golden light
There's nothing to fear
In the golden light
Where day fades to night
You leave dusky kisses on my face, their fading light taking your place
I listen to our song
In the Golden light
Nothing is wrong
In the Golden light
You're here
In the Golden light
There's nothing to fear
In the golden light
Where day fades to night
You leave dusky kisses on my face, their fading light taking your place
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