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Nov 2014
When you're gone
When you leave I won't know what to do.
I might miss you so bad that I'll want to die.
But on a second thought.
I just will throw a party and have some joy.
I can have a few friends in to stay.
The blond will stay if she wants.
No I won't miss you when you're gone.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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