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Mar 27
Somewhere the sun is setting
In your tired eyes

Somewhere a cool breeze carries
Songs of changing times

Somewhere you're getting by,
Flushed with words of wine,

Somewhere a fool laments
That he never called you "mine"

S.R.
August 13, 2014
Written by
Sage Richardson  22/M/Nashville, TN
(22/M/Nashville, TN)   
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