Love Poem
To everything which sing my soul
Carry my voice and tell him
I love him
To everything that travels
Bring my love
And place it in his hands
For I just a half
With him I'll become one
(One boring afternoon in the middle of pile of works)
Carry my voice and tell him
I love him
To everything that travels
Bring my love
And place it in his hands
For I just a half
With him I'll become one
(One boring afternoon in the middle of pile of works)
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