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The last kiss

That night started with a squeak
We walked down the street hand in hand
Watching the tear drops of rain fall down like this was the last night
It was all just a blur when the time came
We had our good night kiss on the front porch
It seemed to perfect to let go but when I turned around the door was locked I finally realized it was our last kiss

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