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A song about thing we believe when young - perhaps not a novel idea, but whatever. Just scribbles, merely scribbles!
Submitted:Feb 26, 2013 Reads: 4 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
If I were in love, I would know it
If I were afraid, I would show it
Nothing is ever just what it seems
And magic is magic, whatever that means,
Each word is a song and therefore must be sung
Oh, what we beleive in the days we are young
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