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Hello? Who am I? Guess again. Don't you recognise my voice? No? Why? Well, you can hang up, It's your choice. But I just wanted to call for old times sake. You know: Those times where we'd talk at times we shouldn't have been awake. Are you still there? Can you hear me? Oh, right. You don't remember me. Maybe I have the wrong number. Well, I guess I'm sorry. But before you let me go, There's just one thing I want you to know. At the end of December, when the mountains meet the snow. I'll think of you, as always, and I'll remember. How it was me, who once heard your hellos.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
Hello?
Hello? Who am I? Guess again. Don't you recognise my voice? No? Why? Well, you can hang up, It's your choice. But I just wanted to call for old times sake. You know: Those times where we'd talk at times we shouldn't have been awake. Are you still there? Can you hear me? Oh, right. You don't remember me. Maybe I have the wrong number. Well, I guess I'm sorry. But before you let me go, There's just one thing I want you to know. At the end of December, when the mountains meet the snow. I'll think of you, as always, and I'll remember. How it was me, who once heard your hellos.
david-nolan
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
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