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i want to hold your hand through all the season changes; autumn to summer, making chains out of daises and i want you to know that love is probably my biggest fear but you make me love with open arms and as deep as outstretched oceans, grabbing hold of you with both palms and as violently as nuclear bomb explosions i'll keep that fruitful heart of yours safe within my clutch because i know that mine is safe with you and your gentle benevolent touch you make me remember why life is a joy rather than a burden and when my life draws its final curtains, your face is the last i want to see and i'm certain one day it'll all get a lot easier, the sky will be bluer and the breeze will be breezier, and i'm certain until then we'll guide each other through because there's no one i'd rather be in life's ruthless grasp with than you they say death is the only constant, i disagree death is no match for you and me
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
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i want to hold your hand through all the season changes; autumn to summer, making chains out of daises and i want you to know that love is probably my biggest fear but you make me love with open arms and as deep as outstretched oceans, grabbing hold of you with both palms and as violently as nuclear bomb explosions i'll keep that fruitful heart of yours safe within my clutch because i know that mine is safe with you and your gentle benevolent touch you make me remember why life is a joy rather than a burden and when my life draws its final curtains, your face is the last i want to see and i'm certain one day it'll all get a lot easier, the sky will be bluer and the breeze will be breezier, and i'm certain until then we'll guide each other through because there's no one i'd rather be in life's ruthless grasp with than you they say death is the only constant, i disagree death is no match for you and me
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
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