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Jan 22
My lady
Walk the street with me

Let us be like we used to
Laughing so freely

Don’t forget, my dear..
Because I know the road will surely fall apart

Though I will stay
Looking for the other piece of my heart

And holding onto the one lamp post
We kissed at, under the earnest moon

Hoping something will change
I pray

You come back to me soon
I hope you don’t leave
You seem too good to be true
Dario Tinajero
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