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Oct 2016
Will you think of me in each passing car ?
Hoping to see me in them.
For you, I'm never very far.
We may ask how we've been.
Those aren't the sentences our lips wish to speak.
At least not mine.
Robert Levandowski
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Robert Levandowski  Minnesota / The Moon
(Minnesota / The Moon)   
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