Like the smell of spring
As he places the ring
Hearing the sound of
The door bell ting, ting, ting
Nothing like the promise of
Forever to make your heart cling
Nothing like the promise of
Togetherness to let your conscious swing
Those words will linger
And you will fall
Like summer rain
And midnight storms
Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall
Let those words linger
But never let them fall
Midnight storms
And summer rain
Are beautiful
But I, I am pitiful
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Insides
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