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Feb 2015
When you would tell me
I'd first of all hesitate
Hesitate because my heart would skip and my hands would shake
Then this very sincere smile would make it's way to my face
Eventually I'd laugh somewhat hysterical
After all of the above I'd tell you I loved you more

Cause that was the dreadful truth
Majse
Written by
Majse  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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