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Jun 21
And although summers have come and gone and the winters far to cold without my sweetheart In my arms far to cold are winters but I still smell her perfume as If she still
And although summers come and go and the Winters far to
cold but taste of her tender lips such passionate kissing that warm my winter days it was good to be
And the summers that turn to winters for they come and go
but the memories of my sweetheart will long live on In my memories for the love we had was far to strong and I know our love will neverΒ Β 
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
   BR Dragos
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