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Nov 2020
I used to Zinc back then
you were my Oxygen
a shoulder I could cry on
and as strong as Iron
but as the years passed
your love began to rust
and when I got the flick
I Zinc you were my Arsenic
Written by
Arek  M/Adelaide
(M/Adelaide)   
29
   Bogdan Dragos
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