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I would....
I would stand infront of your door,
at night, letting the soaring rain pour.
I would call your name over and over again,
until you open your eyes and remember the dreams we had.
I would whisper sweet things to you,
that's exactly what I used to do.
I would make you feel beautiful,
do you remember how I used to prove it to you?
I would come back home with flowers in my hand,
God I woul...
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 12:28 am
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