my secrets are yours,
now open these doors.
to all the stories youve told,
our love can never be sold.
you may not know,
but i love you so.
i need you i want you,
i need us two.
but for you to kiss my cheek,
is there a girl? will i need to compeat.
i love you,
i miss you,
i need you,
ill kiss you.
take my hand,
and here we stand.
under the wing of my gardien dove,
thing is she told me were in love.
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