A few cards and letters and one long distance call we drifted away like the leaves in the fall but year after year i come back to this place just to remember the taste strawberry wine, seventeen, the hot July moon saw everything the first taste of love, oh bittersweet the green on the vine like strawberry wine the fields have grown over now years
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I'd love to be added to your journal.
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Take care!
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Thanks again!
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Good to know you're alive.
When you were formally known as Weisy, we had just become friends.
I'd like to, try again and be eljay amigos. ^^
yes?
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:)
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