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Mar 2014
In the middle of the night
Looking back to old memory
Oh how sweet it used to be
Very much happy, very lovely time
Every now and then it knocks on my door
You, I thought, is the reason of it all
Oh how sweet it used to be
U**s, only, you and me
I hope you see the message
Fon
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Fon  Thailand
(Thailand)   
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