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Apr 2017
Missing how she used to dance
I wish I had another chance
To smile back at her once more
Remember days we've had before?

Her silky top now lying cold
Her heart is ice in metal box
My memories will never fade
I could not speak so I just prayed.
Dasha
Written by
Dasha  England
(England)   
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