June
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You held my hand, swept me away, Took me on a journey to a place far away. When you looked into my eyes, you looked into my heart, Walked into my soul, finding the perfect place to start. You brought the sun out, when the moon was high above, You lit up a fire deep in my thoughts, You planted a seed without soil in my heart. You caused a rose to grow, With thorns white as snow. You gave me the most perfect gift you knew, Just by saying ”I love you.”
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