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When my love arrived into my life
they brought noise. Their ideas
their laugh, their loud joy. They rumbled
thunder in the
they brought noise. Their ideas
their laugh, their loud joy. They rumbled
thunder in the
distance.
When my love arrived into my life
they brought noise. Their ideas
their laugh, their loud joy. They rumbled
thunder in the
they brought noise. Their ideas
their laugh, their loud joy. They rumbled
thunder in the
distance.
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