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Jul 2015
When thoughts of you dawn over me,
I'd bring out the first gift you gave me
And reminisce the happy moments.

When thoughts of you dawn over me,
I'd bring out the first gift you gave me
*And wonder why it ever became the last.
Idiosyncrasy
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Idiosyncrasy  Over the Rainbow
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