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Jul 2011
Lonely summer lunches, smiling lady sit with me.
Who knew
Who could have known
You.
Me? I had no idea.
To say I knew would be a lie.
I could say I wanted to know and thought I knew,
But that would be unfair to you.
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Vagodende
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