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May 2012
We never know what love might bring
Could be a storm or a day in the spring?
“My true love, you are so rare”
Oh! It is love, I was not aware

Nothing lasts forever, so they say
I realized, the day you went away
In the end wishing I had a clue
That this love would make me so blue
Pattisita Suwanmanee
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   Lucia Artly
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