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Feb 2015
Oh, darling, you need somebody to chase you
But forgive me, my legs won't move no more
Find yourself a fast runner because you run like the wind
And I'll just stay here, with my feet on the moon, loving you [standing] still.
Stan
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Stan  Sofia
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