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Sep 2010
I see you.
I think ohh good times!
But I blew that shot.
That could've happened.
No more good times with you.
Sometimes I'm moved on.
Sometimes I wish I had put up with you.
You see me, I know you do.
I wonder what you think.
Do you think of the good things?
Or the not so good things?
Do I want to know?
Written by
Liz Murphy
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