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Oct 2012
I lay here dreaming
of that first day
how excited I felt
when you looked my way
the butterflies that couldn't be contained
the way your voice made me melt.

My skin began to tingle
my throat seemed to get tight
all I wanted to mingle
and kiss you that night.

I wish that we had started
that very moment we had met
and never to be parted
every second to be ours never to forget.
Daytonight
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Daytonight  Louisiana
(Louisiana)   
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