If I trust you with my heart, will you protect? Heaven on the tip of my tongue, my passion now at the end ‘your life will you be? You shoulder the burden of my heart it's not. On my skin it's not me. Transported back to the heart is heavy.
Me if on this street, in this neighborhood, in this city, if you can't find, baby I've had. The river, your eyes, Lashes Bridge, while passing through the ropes come off full of going to get the place that I fell your lips. Deciduous quoted in red below the silence between the lines drawn and my initials of my youth.
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