*MAY B M NT TH IMP 1*
who mk u feel lyk hvn....
two clouds blow tha 11.
Who built ur every wish.....
Lyk a hiness fvrt dish.
Who dsrvs ur luv...
That i m weared to hv.
May b m nt th imp 1.
Coz u got btr expressions f luv...
But blv me i am ur only dove.
M desperate fr ur affection th most...
will you sail me to th sea coast.
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