| If I ever write the conte of my life
Don’t be confounded about its elicitation
I’d have to dedicate every line on every page
To the retrospects we once made
I was born the day you kissed me
And I dwindled inside the night you left me
But I'm prevailing;
I’d start with chapter one, love innocent and young....
Even though I know the end, Well I’d do it all again
‘Cause I got a lifetime in, while you loved me |
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