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Sep 2016
That boy says he doesn't miss me
The past is merging to
Presents of the future
New guy is a fair suitor

That boy says he doesn't miss me
But I swear that it's a lie
Mysterious Memories of us
Really causes me to smile
I know you can bare with me
On those days I cry

That boy says he doesn't miss me
But I swear I know it's a lie
Written by
Joy Amorr  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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