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Bloom, bloom. My spring is not determined by your winter's end. Bloom, bloom. I'm blossoming all on my own, and I'm more beautiful that I'm alone. Bloom, bloom. You know I'll never let you soil my flower bed. Bloom, bloom. You're a **** of a man, and I'm a daffodil of a woman. Bloom, bloom. Without you, I bloom, bloom.
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
But what happens in summer?
Bloom, bloom. My spring is not determined by your winter's end. Bloom, bloom. I'm blossoming all on my own, and I'm more beautiful that I'm alone. Bloom, bloom. You know I'll never let you soil my flower bed. Bloom, bloom. You're a **** of a man, and I'm a daffodil of a woman. Bloom, bloom. Without you, I bloom, bloom.
crystaljune
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
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