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I hope, my dear, Every time you stare at your hands You feel mine are missing.
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
Absence
I hope, my dear, Every time you stare at your hands You feel mine are missing.
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
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