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Mar 2014
The first time we met
That one perfect night
we danced, we laughed, we talked
The last time we met
That awful night
you apologized, I cried, you left.

Even though I know you're gone I can't help, but hope that you will come back.

*n.e.w
Written by
Natalie
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