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Walking down the valley I saw her, With her smile so vibrant I could see Eternity, Each-when I hid behind a tree, It's like I need to see her, touch or kiss her, But she was untouchable nor untouchable.
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
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Walking down the valley I saw her, With her smile so vibrant I could see Eternity, Each-when I hid behind a tree, It's like I need to see her, touch or kiss her, But she was untouchable nor untouchable.
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
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