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There is a little thing that I'd like to tell you of he's a little something and he mainly deals in love Now some people say they've seen him. And some they flatly refuse some people fall head over heels. But I don't think we get to choose. He flies around with his stupid bow firing his arrows at will until one of them hits their mark his target is love not to **** I think by now you've guessed his name. I reckon I'm due a call I've finally succumbed to his shots. For this girl it was easy to fall.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 5:25 AM UTC
cupid is his name
There is a little thing that I'd like to tell you of he's a little something and he mainly deals in love Now some people say they've seen him. And some they flatly refuse some people fall head over heels. But I don't think we get to choose. He flies around with his stupid bow firing his arrows at will until one of them hits their mark his target is love not to **** I think by now you've guessed his name. I reckon I'm due a call I've finally succumbed to his shots. For this girl it was easy to fall.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 5:25 AM UTC
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