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Jul 2017
Expect me to be standing at the front door of your heart, knocking to see if any feelings are there. Hoping to find warmth in the flame glowing within your eyes. I'll stand in the cold, the rain, and the snow hoping for you to glance my way. Here is my resolve. To live and die with you by my side. Please grant me this one last wish, be forever mine with this one last kiss.
Dutch
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Dutch  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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   Lior Gavra and SPT
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