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Mar 2018
My dreams are made of you
So much that I'm still with you
In my head
Don't tell me who he is
If there's Justice
Such a man should not exist
Ignorance is bliss
So don't tell me who he is
Let me believe we can be fixed
I know this dreams going to die away
I just don't feel that I have to grieve today
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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