WHEN YOU WERE SICK I RUBBED YUO BETTER, IF YOU WERE AWAY I WOULDD WRITE YOU A LETTER, IN THE MIST YOU CALLED MY NAME. WHEN WE SPLIT WHAT WAS LEFT WAS PAIN, I LOVED YOU LIKE NO OTHER BEFORE, YOU SHOWED ME NEW THINGS AND OPENED A DOOR, A DOOR TO MY HEART WITH A FLUTERING OF A DOVE, THAT POUNDING I KNOW NOW ITS CALLED LOVE.
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