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If I try

to imply

that I love her


I get a bur

as I try to cure


I walk off

and cough,

I try again

so now I shall begin

I give her a rose

as i look at my toes

she looks,

drops her books,

everbody stares

we dont care

we just hold hands

and get in a trans

everybodys mocking,

we dont care about the talking

because as we get older

we will always love eachother





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