I get so
Happy
When I
Talk about
Marrying him
And the life we could
Live together
But then we fight
And A fear arises
Perhaps he and I won't suceed
For young love dies fast
But still I want it to last
I've been praying on my knees
Since day one
And hope has yet
To die.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
I get so
Happy
When I
Talk about
Marrying him
And the life we could
Live together
But then we fight
And A fear arises
Perhaps he and I won't suceed
For young love dies fast
But still I want it to last
I've been praying on my knees
Since day one
And hope has yet
To die.
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