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Dec 2013
I see people as if they are memories.
Before I meet them
after I meet them
yeah...

I find of Fall
like I find of you.
Slow moving
fast grooving
all of that..

Ill move to your music
and Ill sing five months later.
My life moves on
like you where later...
Lucy
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