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My dear, Everybody makes plans They make plans, although time will always be mystery They make plan, to marry, They make plan, to have children, A beautiful house with flowers, Raise children carefully, Until see their children marry I have no plans like that and I know its confusing you My plan is To grow old with you, To see your hair turns white, To take care you every day, To make you smile, A hand to shed your tear A shoulder when you sad, *My plan is, to love you.*
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
My Plan
My dear, Everybody makes plans They make plans, although time will always be mystery They make plan, to marry, They make plan, to have children, A beautiful house with flowers, Raise children carefully, Until see their children marry I have no plans like that and I know its confusing you My plan is To grow old with you, To see your hair turns white, To take care you every day, To make you smile, A hand to shed your tear A shoulder when you sad, *My plan is, to love you.*
Many people dream about perfect marriage; happiness, children, go to church. I have a simple dream that I wish come true: to love my love forever.
tiaracorneliaa
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
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