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Nov 2014
No more table for two
And no white zinfandel, the final act is over and
the curtain has fell
No use in cryin, cuz what's done is done
It's time for me to pack up my heart and
be on the run
But it's not easy
saying goodbye to you this way
didn't we just then say "hello"
My heart keeps asking me girl, where you are
it simply refuses to let go
Artaxerxes
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