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When you talk, it feels like a song, and when you walk by, the time stops.

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I wish I had said no, the day you asked for my number, but I was young, dumb and numb, looking for a harbor of harmony, to mend my shattered soul.
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I think I’ve mastered the art, of taming my wild heart, now my heart doesn’t flutter, thinking about you.
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Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.
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Your artful hands, hold my delicate heart, tenderly gaze at it, as if its an art.
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