Love is...
Sitting by the bench
While the sunset sets
And hear the ticktock
Click at 4 O'clock
Standing upright
The cold wind blew
Meeting her eyes
It is a lovely view.
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Love is...
Sitting by the bench
While the sunset sets
And hear the ticktock
Click at 4 O'clock
Standing upright
The cold wind blew
Meeting her eyes
It is a lovely view.
