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Cause I might be naked and lonely Shaking branches for bones But I'm still time zones away From who I was the day before we met You were the first mile Where my heart broke a sweat And I wish you were here I wish you'd never left But mostly I wish you well I wish you my very very best.

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
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