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Oct 2021
I wish you were here
I'd tell you about my day
There really wouldn't be much to say
But at least I'd get to say it
Say it to someone other than the wind
I worry you'll forget my face
It is still the warmest color for you
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dust  F/Minnesota
(F/Minnesota)   
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