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Apr 2014
If you don't want me:
Then please, hate me.

Throw me away,
let me go astray

But if there's hope:
I'm willing to cope,
I'l cling on to my rope.

For you I'll endure.
Because for this,
there is
No Cure.
Bobby Blues
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Bobby Blues
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   Angelica C
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