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Wednesday 6 June 2007 photo 12/15
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Early was the morn, flowers filled with dew I became somebody through loving you Softly as a child, born in natural rain I predict the seasons to go unchanged Sometimes in life you run across a love unknown Without a reason it seems like you belong Hold on dear life Don't go off running from what's due I became somebody through loving you
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