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Yes

I met you in Starbucks
One lonely morning
Our hands touched over the croissants
You spilled your coffee
Smiled at me
So irresistible
It consumes me, takes a hold of me
Grips me in impossible ways
Its magical it’s simple
My world, our love
All nighters, every night
Battling sleep
Loosing just as the sun
Touches our window
Our hands intertwined.
It consumes me, takes a hold of me.
Grips me in impossible ways
Its magical, it’s simple
My world, our love
In the park on a blanket
Whispered words meant for only me
Dreams of the future
Almost there
Will you marry me?
It consumes me, takes a hold of me
Grips me in impossible ways
Its magical it’s simple
My world, our love
Yes.



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