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By Crystal Date: 2003 Jan 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.10.20.32.1460]] |
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You love music, I sang, You love beer, I got used to the taste. I write poetry, you never cared to read it, I loved holding your hand while sleeping, You slept with them hidden under the pillow. *And at the end** You laughed, I cried, You moved on, I held on. |