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The seventh of the nineth Seven past nine Such a coincidence I've been wanting to write all day Today was a good day, I remembered Some things made me cry, some things made me mad Some came back and some never surfaced I forgave, but still I can't to forget Seventy nine less tears than last time Seventy nine less memories You won't even recognize the meaning I will always love you and miss you But today tought me well
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Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
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The seventh of the nineth Seven past nine Such a coincidence I've been wanting to write all day Today was a good day, I remembered Some things made me cry, some things made me mad Some came back and some never surfaced I forgave, but still I can't to forget Seventy nine less tears than last time Seventy nine less memories You won't even recognize the meaning I will always love you and miss you But today tought me well
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Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
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