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September Again
So it was September again
And she hadn’t been kissed,
Of course everyone knew,
Knew what was missed,
Though nobody said it
It was on everyone’s mind,
We fall in love
With those we can’t find,
He knew it, she knew it,
It’s not new it’s quite old,
That romantic love story
That gets told and retold.
Stephen Nesbitt © . |
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