The 80s
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Sequel to Prologue: Purple Rain
"My everything"
"I love him."
"I adore her"
"Rain or Shine. I'll always be here for you."
"His smile is my world."
"I hear heaven when she sings. She's my angel. She's my guiding light."
"She makes it easier to talk to God."
"He's my safe haven, my confidant, my light, and for that I'll be forever grateful."
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