Love is a dress that you made long to hide your knees. Love to say this to your face, I love you only. For your days and excitement, what will you keep for to wear? Someday drawing you different, may I be weaved in your hair?
Love and some verses you hear Say what you can't say Love to say this in your ear, I love you that way. From your changing contentments, what will you choose for to share? Someday drawing you different, may I be weaved in your hair?
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