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Sep 2013
We all knew each other
And were well-acquainted
But does it count for anything
So far into the future?
When I'm sitting in my apartment
And you're at home with your family,
We won't be thinking of each other,
But the memories
Rebecca Maxine
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Rebecca Maxine  Eugene, OR
(Eugene, OR)   
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