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Another summer night, another day lost. Crossing another day off the calendar. I miss it, the way, the way things used to be. I miss the feeling of having someone there no matter what, stong arms stong arms keep me close. Walking in the flood of moonlight in the earling morning, another city, another state, never really knowing untill the first
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