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Memories
The wind is cold
I'm standing here alone.
Memories of you,
we laughed.
We thought our love was written in stone.
Your name is.
I'm standing here alone.
Memories of you,
we laughed.
We thought our love was written in stone.
Your name is.
Published 13th Sep 2012
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