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No way she saw that coming, Saturn come-a-smashing Into that little already fragile Piece Of ... HER. AND sweetly she etched His story While he slowly Let happiness Slip   Through His fingers. His excuse could easily be hers.
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
how she can change...
No way she saw that coming, Saturn come-a-smashing Into that little already fragile Piece Of ... HER. AND sweetly she etched His story While he slowly Let happiness Slip   Through His fingers. His excuse could easily be hers.
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
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