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We dine on Tuna & Merlot red wine a single car's headlights shine                                                                                           traveling down a road                                                                                          so many stories untold you're selling your old flat in the Georgian house                                                                                                         we all lived in                                                                                back in the colorless nineties when the music was bad - Westlife, Take That, Spice Girls                                                                                                          & everyone                                                                                      wore either black or blue it seemed, on this Island & your boys were still small                                                                   & my family holidayed in Cornwall                                                             & I didn't yet know I could write poetry when you move away I shall be sorry to see you go
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
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We dine on Tuna & Merlot red wine a single car's headlights shine                                                                                           traveling down a road                                                                                          so many stories untold you're selling your old flat in the Georgian house                                                                                                         we all lived in                                                                                back in the colorless nineties when the music was bad - Westlife, Take That, Spice Girls                                                                                                          & everyone                                                                                      wore either black or blue it seemed, on this Island & your boys were still small                                                                   & my family holidayed in Cornwall                                                             & I didn't yet know I could write poetry when you move away I shall be sorry to see you go
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
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