Before thy made a single walk off my sorrowful presence
I missed thee a billion times!
I knew not when my hand held firm thine hand that was a thousand mile off mine
But I knew the huge power of true love made me seek thee in that stormlike gallops!
Truly, true love made me an iron trap that can't never let thou go!
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