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Swinging
The day we were
swinging on the
swing: did I
really know you
then? You were
my shelter and
my shade. I am
still standing where
you left me: do the
flowers that I sent
you mean anything or
only scent?
swinging on the
swing: did I
really know you
then? You were
my shelter and
my shade. I am
still standing where
you left me: do the
flowers that I sent
you mean anything or
only scent?
Published 11th Dec 2013
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