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Nov 2018
As time grows old so fast
Turning yesterday tought into blur,
My image of you will still last
So perfect, so strong, so untrue.

I wish I could recall not charm,
A perfect smile, nor deepend kiss.
But the time you let me down
Without a care, all alone in This.
Written by
Lucia C
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   Ilaha and Manuel Hutchinson
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