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«I've lost though you're near me And your body's still this kind I've lost you on a journey, But I can't remember where or when.aforizm.onlineI've lost though you're near me And your body's still this kind I've lost you on a journey, But I can't remember where or when.I've lost though you're near me And your body's still this kind I've lost you on a journey, But I can't remember where or when.
