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Oct 2017
Once upon a time concerts were my thing
But no more, no more, my love, my love
Now listening to a nightingale sing,
gazing upon moonlight enchanting,
and faraway stars glittering
Is so much better than a strange song
of multiple bullets, zing, zinging
Was a beautiful night to remember in Vegas until..
Written by
sunprincess
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