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I remember your faceAs freshly as ifI outlined it just yesterday.We missed the bus each timeSometimes it was youAnd sometimes it was my own follyAnd yet, for no reason or rhymeI still hopeWe might be the only ones Under a starry skyOn a moonlit nightAnd I

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