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I Found Her Again
Well, there you are I always wondered Where you had gone We lost touch after I moved so far away Years flow by quickly How did we grow so old? Where did our youth go? Our joy, hope, and beauty Well, at least I found you Before it was too late Only for me, it seems Brushing the leaves From your stone
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