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Seasonal Bliss
Seasonal Bliss
The days pass by
Very little has changed
You marked my whole world
Showed me more than the grey
All I have are the memories
All the good times
You showed me who i was
The me I want to be
I just want to go back
And live it one last time
It happened again
You came then you went
The days are getting shorter
The further you get
...Tuesday 27th September 2016 1:24 am
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