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Isn't she Loavely?
I loave that I’m young,
Yet I cannot redeem this,
A love for a simpler
More melodic time
I’m not a tailor,
You’re not a seamstress,
In that respect, we’re the same;
but differences aside
The first time I saw you,
Guess that I foresaw this
We’ll live in thesaurus
And give out our rhymes
When you do the stupid,
I’ll run like cupid
With my arrows to the hills
And a new bow by my side
Yet I cannot redeem this,
A love for a simpler
More melodic time
I’m not a tailor,
You’re not a seamstress,
In that respect, we’re the same;
but differences aside
The first time I saw you,
Guess that I foresaw this
We’ll live in thesaurus
And give out our rhymes
When you do the stupid,
I’ll run like cupid
With my arrows to the hills
And a new bow by my side
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