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Nov 2015
Every love begins with a lot of hope, every love begins encase In gold
Oh you never fear what you never know will be
I remember times when you took my hand
You might as well of taken my every breath
I never felt a moment of regret till now.

I don’t wanna say what I’m gonna say, but I’m gonna say it anyway...
If you say sometimes things aren’t meant to be then I gotta go with what I feel
I gotta go with what is meant for me?
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annvelope  Stockholm
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   L and Elizabeth Squires
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