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Nov 2015
here we go again round and round we spin the days grow old and the nights are cold I sit here all alone wishing you were here like before we went no where fast and I cant rewind the time we had touching your body and kissing your lips replay over and over again in my head your ghost haunts me like never before I need to be cleaned from what you left with me.
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beyoundHerHazelEyes
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     Lior Gavra and Arcassin B
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