It is between the lines,
It is between the walls,
And to gather information on this love!
But, she knows me and,
That's why she wants me.
On the doorframes,
In the eyes of everyone,
And of a distinguishing mark!
But, she knows me and,
That's why she wants me.
As it was,
Sitting under an oak tree;
As it were,
Sitting under a mango tree;
But, she was still searching for me! !
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