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To The Girl With The Sad Eyes

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"I still remember you, even now as I lay at my death bed. Your calming smile and your sad eyes."All Rights Reserved

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To The Girl With the Sad Eyes
Sun, Feb 5, 2017

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To The Girl With the Sad Eyes
Sun, Feb 5, 2017

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