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Tonight there's a full moon, you know what that means; No i dont. Missing you so much, im loving you harder, with more meaning of our love. Come home, My love. Its a random night tonight, its been a full moon every night. Come home, My love. Our Night , when your home. Tonight its a full moon, you know what that means; Another Blessed, Beautiful Night. My love, come home.
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
Loving to an Extent is Random.
Tonight there's a full moon, you know what that means; No i dont. Missing you so much, im loving you harder, with more meaning of our love. Come home, My love. Its a random night tonight, its been a full moon every night. Come home, My love. Our Night , when your home. Tonight its a full moon, you know what that means; Another Blessed, Beautiful Night. My love, come home.
There is no extent to loving. Which is were "random"comes in. I was outside, seen the full moon & wondered what that meant when its being said. Beside myths & fiction stories, nothing. But not thinking to hard , i just thought of how much i miss and love you. I don't care what a full moon means, i just want you home.
sommer-parks-scott
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
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