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So much love, unrequited love Nothing hurts me more The sound of your voice makes my heart soar Your face makes me beam with glory When I'm with you all I want to do is sing my praises But to you its nothing, you go through so many phases I just want to adore you and love you the only way I know how Seems to me , though, that its too late now
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 2:10 AM UTC
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So much love, unrequited love Nothing hurts me more The sound of your voice makes my heart soar Your face makes me beam with glory When I'm with you all I want to do is sing my praises But to you its nothing, you go through so many phases I just want to adore you and love you the only way I know how Seems to me , though, that its too late now
rebecca-smith
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 2:10 AM UTC
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