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Jul 2019
And like the click of my front door something shifts
And everything goes dark
And everything goes blurry
And I’m not sure where I went wrong
But I reach for your hand every time
Heather
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Heather  30/F/NJ
(30/F/NJ)   
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   Fawn, --- and Nico Reznick
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