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Nov 2013
I guess we met at the wrong time, I guess hope wasn't around when you said hello, I guess glimmers and sparkles wasn't enough. That's what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we'll meet in a small coffee shop or a record store in a far away city somewhere, maybe one day we'll pass each other on a rainy day to work, we'll smile and maybe we could give it another shot.
Jewel
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Jewel
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     Lior Gavra and Amanda
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