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Can you hear her? Is she blonde, Or a cute brunnete, Or curvy? Or slender, But you wouldnt understand; She stands tall, though, She doesn't understand my jokes, hic, She can't see my love Until it's perniciously obvious, hic, Or care until I deeply know, She deeply knows. Maybe you can't see, But, hic, She wouldn't know if I fantasised about gazing in her eyes.
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Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 9:34 PM UTC
Water, after an understanding night
Can you hear her? Is she blonde, Or a cute brunnete, Or curvy? Or slender, But you wouldnt understand; She stands tall, though, She doesn't understand my jokes, hic, She can't see my love Until it's perniciously obvious, hic, Or care until I deeply know, She deeply knows. Maybe you can't see, But, hic, She wouldn't know if I fantasised about gazing in her eyes.
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Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 9:34 PM UTC
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