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Sep 2015
I hate seeing you,
but when you're gone I look for you.
I hate when you smile at her;
I miss owning your smile.
I don't want you to love me,
but I wouldn't want you to love another.
You can call me Liz
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You can call me Liz  Over the Rainbow
(Over the Rainbow)   
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