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Jan 2011
You and smile
are synonymous.
When I think of you
a nimbus crown appears 'round my head,
How can this be,
when we've never met?
Oh, baby, baby,
let's take a ***** and bury "yet"?
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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