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May 2018
The person you are looking for does not exist anymore.


There once was a stalker who didn’t get the hint.
Everywhere he went she followed him;
She was so dim.
She couldn’t get the picture out of her head.
Love…is…dead.


She was fun for a day,
But time moves on, so walk away.
Don’t be some crazy who is still searching for the lost.
It is gone,
It is gone,
It is gone,
It is gone…


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Aa Harvey
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