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Mar 2018
She always showed me good music,
Yet we never got to dance.
Now I’m saving songs to show her,
Hoping some day I get the chance.

Though I loved to hear those songs,
Only her voice made me want to move my feet,
Our love was the perfect melody,
While in sync, our hearts kept the beat.
xy
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xy  19/M/Canada
(19/M/Canada)   
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