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Jun 2016
This song reminds me of her voice,
funny how, she was always my choice,
until the day that I met you,
and silly me, didn't have a clue,
that you would make me feel this way,
and it breaks my heart that feelings don't stay,
because though you once though I was great,
you haven't cared as of late,
and that'd be fine it'd be all cool,
if I wasn't stuck here like a love-sick fool.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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