The girl, beauty as crowd crazy of;
I watch her in way wish she'll be mine.
The way she is, a special aura she own;
I accept it as wish she'll be mine.
The joy, sweet smile on her face;
I want it just like i want her to be mine.
The tears,sorrow she bared through;
I wish i could lend a shoulder hope she'll be mine.
The taste, wonderful taste as chocolate;
I want to share and tell her to be mine.
The pass, that gray her day;
I tried to paint it shinny try to get her to mine.
Such blossom over the rose;
I want to confess that would she be valentine of mine.
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