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Jul 2015
When I met you I thought it was fate
But then I let you go astray
You traveled where I can't be
Unless I do an awful deed
But one day soon I will see thee
And we will live happily
Both of us will be at peace
Rotting deep down beneath
JW
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JW  Harper Woods
(Harper Woods)   
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