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While the Music Played By Louis McKee One night while the music played Diane kissed me the way she had kissed everyone one time or another, but that night was mine, and you couldn't get it off of me with a gun. I thought about it, the next morning, walking to school, how great it was, a kiss could last so long, not exactly a secret on your mouth; I think of it today and wonder if anyone notices. |
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