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Whenever I picked a flower, I've always thought of you. I removed a petal and chant He loves me, And so until the last petal It always ends up with, He loves me not.
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
He loves me not.
Whenever I picked a flower, I've always thought of you. I removed a petal and chant He loves me, And so until the last petal It always ends up with, He loves me not.
zachi-taylor
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
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