Someone feels he's in love with you. Like a dove looks this feeling. So odd, but reminds of a shot. Deja vu? May be so, may be not, its breathtaking. So sorry, a shame, Still can't tell you my name. However, don't worry. Because love is the point of my story. You're a wonder of time As a thunder, my crime is my love. Its immense. And i mean what i say, does it makes any sense? I've got May in my soul... Yet no difference so far, for this bowl, this love jar lays away from the chance in my hopeless romance. Number one in love chart, and the only in list time to say you good bye sending this simple kiss of my.
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