Title: Valgfritt

Text: 'Till we were dead and gone and buried, check the pulse and come back swearing it's the same, after three months in the grave. And then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you, but all I felt was shame, as you held my lifeless frame. And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do, and I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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