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Your scent reminds me of Jasmine
floating freely in verge of spring,
Your voice is as nostalgic
as an 80's indie band each time you sing.

Its funny how I still want to
wake up with you til we're Ninety-four
but the love we have, somehow
won't cooperate anymore.

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