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May 2018
Her favorite song was awful and she'd play it everyday
No matter her effort, my taste in music would not sway

Now she's gone, her music too
And to hear that ****** song once more there's nothing I wouldn't do.
Written by
Michael  17/M/Minnesota,
(17/M/Minnesota,)   
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