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Oct 2016
Here I sit alone,
Where we used to sit,
Here I wait alone,
Where we used to wait.

Endlessly waiting for her,
So she can dry the rains,
Pouring ******* my shade,
Warming my life with smiles.

I hope she remembers,
The green days
Written by
Bessem Ayamoh  Cameroon
(Cameroon)   
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   Alyssa Underwood
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