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Feb 2016
I can't stop smiling
when I think of him
neither can I stop
the fact that I miss him

But though I want to get near
I better stay away
'Cause he's like a candle
and his burn won't go away

So I better not touch
I better not try
He better stay a bittersweet memory
until the end of time...
He became a hurtful memory instead...
Echoes Of A Mind
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Echoes Of A Mind  Denmark
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