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I've gotten used to being introduced alone How's the job? How's your day? Great weather outside, I must say. But wait, what's this? Comfort? Bliss? Could it be? Are you the one? Here I am, biting my tongue But how do I know? Can I be sure? If I was sick, would you be my cure? This is the moment, Let's take a walk. Forever begins with a little small talk......................
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Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 1:53 PM UTC
SMALL TALK
I've gotten used to being introduced alone How's the job? How's your day? Great weather outside, I must say. But wait, what's this? Comfort? Bliss? Could it be? Are you the one? Here I am, biting my tongue But how do I know? Can I be sure? If I was sick, would you be my cure? This is the moment, Let's take a walk. Forever begins with a little small talk......................
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Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 1:53 PM UTC
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