One Thing

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I'm stuck on one thing. You keep my memory on repeat. I remember we kissed in the middle of the street. Nothing but us and the concrete. Only love hit is that day. Nothing get in our way. Afterwards we went home,but I had so much to say. I stuck on one thing. You caught my eye with lovely attraction. You showed me love right when you took action.

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