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Our love started like a little rain, And quickly turned into a hurricane. We were as strong as your favorite ***** But now we are nothing but old news. They say the pain will go away, But I still think about you every single day.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
Hurricane.
Our love started like a little rain, And quickly turned into a hurricane. We were as strong as your favorite ***** But now we are nothing but old news. They say the pain will go away, But I still think about you every single day.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
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