Summer camp lovers,
Sad, sad your soring high,
Come autumn,
One of you will have moved on
before the other.
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 12:45 PM UTC
Summer camp lovers,
Sad, sad your soring high,
Come autumn,
One of you will have moved on
before the other.
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