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He says you are too much, You talk, laugh, smile, feel too much. But baby, here is the real problem. He is too little to appreciate that it took an entire galaxy being woven into one soul to make you.
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Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 10:31 PM UTC
Too Much
He says you are too much, You talk, laugh, smile, feel too much. But baby, here is the real problem. He is too little to appreciate that it took an entire galaxy being woven into one soul to make you.
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Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 10:31 PM UTC
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