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Oct 2015
If just for a moment, I knew how you felt,
then maybe I could play, the cards I've been dealt.
But as things stand, I don't get the game,
everything's different, but each night's the same
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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