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Aug 2013
I wait and wait for the day your lips meet mine (If that day ever passes by)
The rain drops slide down my window and the leaves blow in autumn,everything has moved far by nature except you, you always stay exactly where you are.
Alexandra rose
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Alexandra rose  New Jersey,USA
(New Jersey,USA)   
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