o love grows, thus I thought,
passing by parking lot.
your car, capote
up, what
a wonderful spot; that accord
in between us seemed torn.
B minor, banjo chord,
soft tone.
Good Lord,
how about to phone
me up?don't you forgot?
put down my sword, so
I sympothize a lot,
No defense that I've got,
my main thought:
\ I love you \
copy code
my main thought
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