3/29/09
3/29/09
Was the start of my heart being hung by a vine.
Ever since that day, my smile became more joyful,
Rather than the way it was which is pitiful.
I’m in love,
I pray she doesn’t shoot me down like a dove.im in need,
Of Elizabeth indeed.
She is mine,
Thanks to 3/29/09.
Was the start of my heart being hung by a vine.
Ever since that day, my smile became more joyful,
Rather than the way it was which is pitiful.
I’m in love,
I pray she doesn’t shoot me down like a dove.im in need,
Of Elizabeth indeed.
She is mine,
Thanks to 3/29/09.
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