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When we hold hands I feel the warmth dwelled in your palm So I become warm too I feel your pulse from your beating vein So my heart starts to pump Thus my blood begin to run Do no drop my hand Do I have to beg If I want to be alive?
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
When We Hold Hands
When we hold hands I feel the warmth dwelled in your palm So I become warm too I feel your pulse from your beating vein So my heart starts to pump Thus my blood begin to run Do no drop my hand Do I have to beg If I want to be alive?
jean-lin
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
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