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Apr 15
It was more than a treat that we got to meet
And I can't always say this is true

But, of course, my poor aim takes up center-frame
As my thoughtlessness cleaves us anew
A fool's words I let slip from out of my lips
Shame be mine, if I've ever hurt you
Friends for Dinner
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Friends for Dinner  Some Strange Nebula
(Some Strange Nebula)   
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