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Dec 2014
You haunt me
at the beginning of every day
and the end of every night
You haunt me
like a persistent memory
that never seems to fade
You haunt me
because you were my
lady in white
Zac Mac
Written by
Zac Mac  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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