It was a Tuesday, my birthday, when you kissed me.
It was a Tuesday, the day after you told me you choose her, when you passed me and never came back.
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.tuesday
It was a Tuesday, my birthday, when you kissed me.
It was a Tuesday, the day after you told me you choose her, when you passed me and never came back.
