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Jan 2017
One day my dear,
This will all make sense.
All the lost loves
And little regrets.
Every teardrop in city streets
All the little defeats.
The smiles and the laughs,
Late night dancing in the streets
Things will make sense,
Just give it a little time.
I promise my dear
Everything will be fine.
Lydia Cooper
Written by
Lydia Cooper  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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