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Dec 2015
Sit on that verandah
Pour yourself a number of glasses
Arms of the clock go ticking
Till this year passes

You wonder why she's not around
But you seem so indifferent
Miss her laugher? That audible sound?
You spent every single cent

Sharing memories, laughter,
Sights of her, let her go, let her fly
Clean the slate, free your heart
Lover 2012-2015 kiss you goodbye.
Matt
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Matt  24/M/Australia
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