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Jun 2017
We have to get it right
won't take you home again
can't take it anymore
get up in the morning
don't see you laugh
sing me a song this morning
feel like I banging my head on you flesh wall
only life itself
shapes me
sing me that song again
baby, you can't shape me
love and all that but I have to go.

Best regards P@ul.
B   O      O   O!
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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