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Six Days
Six days go by so slow
The more I count, the more I know you'll be leaving. So long my friend.
And when you go away,
I honestly can't say I will miss you. It was only pretend.
The more I count, the more I know you'll be leaving. So long my friend.
And when you go away,
I honestly can't say I will miss you. It was only pretend.
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