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There I Stood just a boy Treating Life As A Toy You Made Me Into We and I began to see What You Mean To Me So Here I Stand From Shell To Sand Offering You My Hand In Hopes To Place This Band On Your Hand And Be Your Man My Heart I Choose Win or Loose You To Hold Till We Grow Old And Hate The Cold Let Us Never Fold Let Us Live A LOVERS LIFE
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
A Lovers Life
There I Stood just a boy Treating Life As A Toy You Made Me Into We and I began to see What You Mean To Me So Here I Stand From Shell To Sand Offering You My Hand In Hopes To Place This Band On Your Hand And Be Your Man My Heart I Choose Win or Loose You To Hold Till We Grow Old And Hate The Cold Let Us Never Fold Let Us Live A LOVERS LIFE
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
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