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Feb 2018
We smell the old scent,
When we first met.
We hear the old voice,
When we made noise.
We feel the old touch,
When we gave a hug.
But, when we look into our eyes,
We don't see the old ones.
Written by
Poppy15
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     Walter W Hoelbling, Lior Gavra and Merry
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