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We'll meet again
Seasons turn but I don't care
people come and go
bright blue skies and golden leaves
won't heal broken souls
People and leaves fall and rise
up against the time
missing those we loved so much
we all long to die
Wednesday 28th September 2011 12:13 pm
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