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Jun 2013
i've kept every song along my way to you
i try never to sing the same two. you
do not hear the music
and you don'tΒ Β listen.
You were just. Too,
When you died

the words
are not mine, but i have them when i sing them to you.

i don't know where this is going to

*END.
Richard j Heby
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Richard j Heby  new york city
(new york city)   
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