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I don't know if they suspect a thing When they ask me why I have all photos taken Old and new and in a box I've hidden I always say, as the truth that it is; That once in a while, every now and then, I feel the need for proof that once, All of it were real
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
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I don't know if they suspect a thing When they ask me why I have all photos taken Old and new and in a box I've hidden I always say, as the truth that it is; That once in a while, every now and then, I feel the need for proof that once, All of it were real
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
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