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Feb 2017
We are so different I could even say,
That I am night and he is day.

If I pick north he will pick south.
Who in here knows what I'm talking 'bout?

But love is a game we like to play,
So when I try to leave he makes me stay.

From time to time though, there's an eclipse
And we both agree that life is a bliss.

This life - this game- we like to play
Sometimes it end, but begin right away.

We will never let each other go
Because each other is what we live for.
Jessica Lima
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Jessica Lima  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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   Ryan Hoysan, --- and Keith Wilson
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