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Jan 2014
The way that you hold me when we go to bed
And how you seem to quiet my head
You tell me I'm beautiful every single day
And lead me when I can't find the way
Your love is like nothing I've felt before
It broke all the locks that I put on my door

You are the light at the end of my tunnel.
Le Beast
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Le Beast  Vancouver BC
(Vancouver BC)   
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   Miranda Renea
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