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the calendar is always wrong according to my heart for summer is as cold as ice when we must be apart the clock can say the time is noon to me it’s midnight black my empty arms will ache and yearn until my lovers back to me the day is beautiful with his kiss is on my lips
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Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 5:16 AM UTC
The Calendar
the calendar is always wrong according to my heart for summer is as cold as ice when we must be apart the clock can say the time is noon to me it’s midnight black my empty arms will ache and yearn until my lovers back to me the day is beautiful with his kiss is on my lips
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72/F/Connecticut
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 5:16 AM UTC
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