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Un baiser sur le front Est un geste de trahison Ce n’est pas un bisou d’amour Empourpré de joie et d’humour.  
i am weak. like eye of the storm.   i marvel at the terrific ocean while my reflection stares at me   i meet its gaze.
He broke me.  It happened again, I knew it would! I warned him, I told him!    He let me believe him, I shouldn’t have though. 
first time i saw you was at the airporti took one look at you and i was lost in thoughtyour beautiful flowing hair, to your lovely brown eyesand a sweet sensual voice that no man can d
Friend is a six letter word just like your six letter name.
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