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Oct 2018
You would have loved these songs,
your hair stand on end sing alongs,
born in every breath
you never met.
Still everything makes time for you,
that widest sky,
that soaring blue.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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   Fawn and Camryn
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