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Memory of 1997

March 20, 2013
By Anonymous

It was the summer of 1997 and that was the year I fell in love
I was poor you were rich but, that didn't matter to us
As the months went on we grew more in love
That hot summers day you got on one knee and asked for my hand
I said yes with a shriek we so exited for this day to come
But her parents found out and drove her away from me
Now it's the summer of 1998 and you and me are still apart
With my love in my heart and the memory of 1997 the year of my love.



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