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You stood there Soaking wet in the doorway Muttering something about the weather A stranger in our home You looked as though you'd always belonged somewhere else A permanent fixture in my life but always behind thick glass You took off your coat and hung it on the clothes line Right next to your heart Always the practical one
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
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You stood there Soaking wet in the doorway Muttering something about the weather A stranger in our home You looked as though you'd always belonged somewhere else A permanent fixture in my life but always behind thick glass You took off your coat and hung it on the clothes line Right next to your heart Always the practical one
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27/F/maine
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
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