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Nov 2011
I met you in high school one year
I always thought you were cute but guess what, now your mine.
We walk the beach
In our bare feet
You hold my hand
As we lay in the sand
You hold me in your arms nice and tight
Yup, I think your Mr. Right
It is now seventy years later
I knew you wouldn't be my hater
I see the ring on my hand
I knew you would be the only guy in the land
We are back on the beach
Laying on the sheets
You say you love me but as I go to say it, I hear an alarm go off. I wake up and realize, I knew it was to good to be true.
Cheyenne Lynn
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Cheyenne Lynn
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   Alyssa Deane
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