Nevar........... stumbling in the maze of morrow true love fines it's hour where hearts abid and mend to something from being friends love take hold like every rain drop splashing against the soul emotional feeling comes behold perfection looms in the silent of night to compassion in da light chances made , hopes high romantical reasons mind ask why the heart say yes the soul knows this how da true love grows on a stumbling block to a perfect love
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