you see her ontop of the hill with her piano Hey! How are you? are you ready to hear the song i wrote you? she starts to play the song, and she sings along with it, with a beautiful voice Everyday, I imagine a future were I can be with you... In my hand, is a pen that will write a poem of me and you... The ink flows down into a dark puddle, Just move your hand, write the way, into his heart! But in this world of infinite choices, what will it take, just to find, that special day?
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