so i open the window and slowly tilt my head down, to see you standing there, with flowers inyour hands .. and i catch my breath and gasp the existing air, to follow down the stairs, where you await ..
opening the door hasnt felt this great, the worlds greatest treasures couldnt compare to her smile, the lion in my heart tamed, and her hands cold as winter, as i ask her in, her lips quiver with depression.
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the worlds greatest treasures couldnt compare to her smile,
the lion in my heart tamed, and her hands cold as winter,
as i ask her in, her lips quiver with depression.
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