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Aug 2015
“Cuz the night you confessed to me,
  The butterflies in my stomach enjoyed the glee,
  And tonight, under the supervision of dim lit stars and a maple tree,
  I keep asking myself, “Why did you leave me?”
gene
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gene  England
(England)   
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