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He hugged me He asked first And I agreed I must be cursed My soul won’t sing My heart won’t burst I feel nothing You know what’s worse? His heart’s on wings. I feel like dirt.
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Every morning, I’ll bring you coffee Eggs the way you like And your favorite pancakes Watch you smile with delight I love it when you laugh Your eyes hold the sun I never tire of your voice You’re the only one. You know I’ll always be there No matter what you do So why do
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I got a book once I was eight years old It taught me “Crush” So I went to school And picked one out Then another Cus it didn’t work out And another And another Blushing Awkward It’s easy to forget But I still remember The first time I saw her Her hair of soft auburn
Three Elves in a Trenchcoat 