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Feb 2018
'good morning, baby'
What A beautiful thing to hear.
You don't know if I'll be around
I know there is still some fear
take a breath, than my hand
Cause I'm home, I'll be right here.
I'll be home to say goodnight, ***
But first A kiss, A dart, A beer.
I will be loyal, I will be yours
I want this; there is nothing to fear.
Meaby Pom
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Meaby Pom  20/M/North America
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