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Sep 2013
I can't remember the way we felt
And that feels so good
I can't remember the way we used to lay
And that makes me lay so peacefully
I can't remember the scent
And that makes the air more fresh
I can't remember anything
And that makes everything so much better.
Rosie Wisniewski
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Rosie Wisniewski  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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   JM and Nat Lipstadt
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