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Wednesday 23 March 2016

THREE

Three are the number of times she has made me cry
three are the only words that can describe how i feel about her 
three are her names that i wonna mention before i sleep
three are here walking styles that make my stomach have butterflies
 three are the things she is always giving me[joy, joy and joy]
 But millions are the number of times i wonna die to get her love