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Jan 2013
Last time it was a liitle different
Last time you were young and I was naive
Last time you had no ego - I had no pride
Last time it wasn't you and me, it was Us
Last time it was like music, not a dull buzz
Last time it was a little different

I wish it were the last of last time
You'd still be a beautiful thought in my mind
Clare
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Clare  Bangalore
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