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Sep 2013
He looks me in the eyes and calls me baby
And then he sighs deeply into me,
This places grows like flowers around your soul
It's more beautiful as time passes, you will see

But I'm just not in love with this city
And I know I never will be
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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