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If she loved you.
Like I love you.
I would walk away in shame
When she watches you
when he counts by your soul.
On your hand his golden rings
Like she owns a bird that sings.
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings.
Like I love you.
I would walk away in shame
When she watches you
when he counts by your soul.
On your hand his golden rings
Like she owns a bird that sings.
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings.
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