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Comments about Jesse Struwig
This place where the sun sets, memories seems to arise
This place where I work, is the place used to build for you
This place where I find happyness, use to be the happiness with you
This place when I look around, is the harsh reminder of what we use to be
This place, those long nights, will always have an enchantment on my heart and soul
This place where you and I were, use to be a save haven, protecting our hearts
This place where I came, weekend in and weekend out, protecting our souls
This place once warm, now cold, seems to light up the ...