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		I love your big brown eyes, 
and the way you look at me, 
The way you jump at me by surprice, 
because it’s with me you want to be. 
 
I love your generous attitude, 
And the way tou help me out, 
The way you always look this cute, 
To make me feel this proud. 
 
I love your warm tung in my face, 
And the way you dry my tears, 
The way you love every place, 
And let go away of my fears. 
 
I hate it that you’re not around, 
And the way you made me cry, 
The way I drouned, 
Because you had to die.
	 
	
	
	
	
	
		
		
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	~ Maybe it won’t last forever, but who says the best loves do ~ November is all I know, and all I ever wanted to know ~ 
	 
	
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