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Sep 2012
I cross my heart.
I hope to die.
I'll stick that needle in my eye.
My love for you, I hope to find.
And to this promise, I shall bind,
My heart, my soul, myself and all.
From the start of winter,
till the end of fall.
And if it turns my love is nay,
I'll stick that needle in my eye.
Jaycee Lynn
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Jaycee Lynn
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