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Mar 2017
I  feel like every time  that our eyes met
All my old feelings are playing on repeat
And I don't know if who only feels this is me
Because it might  be just an illusion I only  see

But if you feel something too, let's just go for it
Either way, it could be pure glory or pure ****
Because you can ask me if I still love you
i would reply honestly that I still do
The Admirer
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The Admirer  everywhere
(everywhere)   
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   Cné, Edward Jones and Gidgette
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