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Apr 2012
remember my old place
how we had to get out of town,
now in outer space
****, i wish we all could have stuck around.

on a train i just sit and write about it
we wanted so much more,
simply on a couch
we built our friendship.
Written by
t m h
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   --- and Margrett Gold
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