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Every last day of July
Clock chimed in the late night,
time moved so slowly in the
lonely night,
The wine seemed to have lost
its taste and the sweet pages of my
favorite book i was holding had lost
its plot too.
Your last call was a bombshell
not...
time moved so slowly in the
lonely night,
The wine seemed to have lost
its taste and the sweet pages of my
favorite book i was holding had lost
its plot too.
Your last call was a bombshell
not...
