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I cut your nails And comb your hair I carry you Down the stairs I wanted to see right through From the other side I wanted to walk a trip With no end in sight The moment we believe that we have never met Another kind of love, it's easy to forget When we are all alone and waiting for some treat We have a thing in common, this was meant to be
Annons
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