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Apr 2017
Your warm smile turned me cold
Same with all that you do
Sweet child, with the heart of gold
Imma steal it out of you.

And I so l left the city
Didn't even turn around
The mountaintops sure look pretty
But I think I'm going down
NiTSUDD
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NiTSUDD  Cumberland
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