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Bright Eyes The Joy In Forgetting The Joy In Acceptance

There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover Well, she sleeps there alone now or perhaps with another But I try not to think about that, I try

There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover. Well she sleeps there alone now or perhaps with another but I try not to think about that. I try

There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover. Well she sleeps there alone now or perhaps with another but I try not to think about that. I try