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Jul 2013
it was anything but that for us to be holding hands along the river
it was anything but that before we could sing with abandon to our favourites
it was anything but that but now
now this love is easy, my smiles are easy
and happiness is easy.
to z, my easy love.
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   Gary Muir and maybella snow
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