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Sep 2018
Every little memory of her could pull you apart
Nothing can
Stop a heart
As powerful as hers

She won't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure memories of me are nowhere in sight
                     Miracle's may be mountains apart
            I just want to be somewhere in between with you
            If that means that I have to believe in you
Then I believe that I will pray to you, my goddess
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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