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Jan 2015
When I met you the soil was wet
Underneath cloudy skies
And so were your eyes.

Now it's the summer,
everything is dry
You must say goodbye.


F.Z.**N
Eleanor Rigby
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Eleanor Rigby
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     luci, Jamie and Michael John Adams
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