of good memories,
even sometimes for not letting forgot
the dearest thorns of your life.

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It's those butterflies I got, still
since he touched my soul with his
it just about our last moment
under the blanket of stars, midnight.

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He grab her waist in such a way,
"never wanna to be free", she say.

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In my head, they ruining my veins,
through the dizzy choes I heard,
there was a ray of peace I felt
when someone hold my hand.

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She beings herself around him,
as he drives her crazy with every touch.

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Deep down into my skin, I let him
conquer the kingdom that he owes.

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