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Aug 2014
You walk away as I stand staring,
and I feel a pain which I am not accustomed to.
finally I turn around to never look back,
I see you turn, but I do not see you.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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   ---, r and Elizabeth Squires
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