November
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I used to burn in his flame.
I used to shiver from hearing his name.
I used to daydream when he wasn't around.
Our simple love was so compound,
however paradise ended on a november day.
Before I knew it he had gone away.
He flew from my hands like a white dove,
but he once told me I was his truelove.
I used to shiver from hearing his name.
I used to daydream when he wasn't around.
Our simple love was so compound,
however paradise ended on a november day.
Before I knew it he had gone away.
He flew from my hands like a white dove,
but he once told me I was his truelove.
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