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i want to lace the air
with pretty words,
that sparkle softly
like the stars.
pretty words,
that make my lips tingle,
and make your heart flu..
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Oh, my love
Can’t you see?
You deserve the universe.
The stars and the moon
Handed to you on a golden platter
Surrounded by red roses
A..
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The house we build
From roses grown in our garden
Began to wilt last Tuesday
And I’m not sure why
broken petals began to gather at my fe..
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