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This old love seems new, I'd be lying if I said I knew, That it would all be different, From what separated us so long ago, So I go blind with all the sight in the world, Yet one more insight into her world and I am booked, Booking her for all the time I don't have, Falling Oh so quick, all I can do is wish, She sees me like I do her, Soulmate traveled a stray leaving lives in a f...
Friday 20th March 2015 4:33 am
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