Oh, 19th of August, two thousand and nine,
I’ll not see your face again, though once you were mine.
Oh how our fate from the first had been smitten,
Where do you go once you have been written?
Oh, 19th of August, two thousand and nine,
I’ll not see your face again, though once you were mine.
Oh how our fate from the first had been smitten,
Where do you go once you have been written?
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