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Oct 2015
Colored leaves of fall, come down on the square,  lovers seem to be
E verywhere, I want to show you some tender care, just whisper my name
Just whisper my name on the phone,and i'll be there, I'll be the friend to protect you, never treat you mean or disrespect you, just know that all times, i'll be there, waiting patiently when all others , have turned away
And gone, my love will be the anchor, that keeps you hanging on
Just whisper my name, on the phone, and i'll be right there
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
(phila,pa 19144)   
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   theunrealist
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