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Jun 2023
You played my love
like the sweetest violin
the music so sweet to me
I couldn’t see the begin
I was soaked in gin
I couldn’t see the
begin
the begin
forgive me
I couldn’t see the begin.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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     Evan Stephens, guy scutellaro, --- and Exosphere
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