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sometimes
Sometimes
I miss a person
who was an almost to love
And feel sad because
there is no name
for that feeling
you just feel it
and it makes
your bones ache
I miss a person
who was an almost to love
And feel sad because
there is no name
for that feeling
you just feel it
and it makes
your bones ache
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