It was a beautiful story,

I wish it was my own. 

It makes me think of you,

so every now and then

I turn it on. 

Was the first song we danced to,

it made us fall in love. 

Now every time it plays

I see your face, 

you’re all I think of. 

Why does it seem true loves

are always kept apart?

Is it cruel fate,

a form of bait

that’s used to crush the he...

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