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May 2015
Your fingers danced
Along the strings
Producing pretty sounds
To which we'd sing
Your voice so quiet
So sweetly low
Hummed in my ears
I loved it so
The smell of the fire
Hung in the air
We sung the night away
Without a care
The fire went out
Your fingers tangled in my hair
The morning came
And chilled me to the bone
But I was okay
I felt at home
Nevermind
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Nevermind  22/F/Connecticut
(22/F/Connecticut)   
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