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It is ordinary that, with passing time, Hers becomes mine. It could be Last year's wine Or wrinkle lines Either way, I will stay to toast to those lines another day.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
Minor Things, Major Keys
It is ordinary that, with passing time, Hers becomes mine. It could be Last year's wine Or wrinkle lines Either way, I will stay to toast to those lines another day.
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Simon-Forsythe
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
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