A Change to be Made
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We first met in the band room, you and I
No one expected what would have to come. Many people questioned you asking, “Why?” Your nervous smile, made my heart a drum.
We first met in the band room, you and I
No one expected what would have to come. Many people questioned you asking, “Why?” Your nervous smile, made my heart a drum.
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