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Aug 2013
If younger me saw me now
It would not be good.
She would ask how
I would just hang my head.
She'd ask why
I wouldn't say a thing.
She asked me not to say goodbye
I promised I'll stop.
I'll try so hard,
I said one day I may drop.
She said she knew I wouldn't
But if I almost stir,
I will stop.
Just for her.
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   Randal Webb and Robbie
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