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The life story

From the start,
All ive ever wanted to be,
was someone that everyone
could love.

I wanted to be every romance novel,
and every special kiss,
every special moment,
and every secret wish.

I want to be the hand to hold onto,
and the hugs that never let you go,
the love of one-thousand lovers,
the love that warms you in the snow,

I want to be the eyes that you lock eyes with,
the love for which you brag,
the love that makes you smile,
through every snitch and snag.

And with every piano key,
I want you to think of me,
and every time your bored,
hear my voice and my chords,
and everytime your lonely,
just take a look up at the light,
and remind yourself the words i say
"I love you babe, goodnight"

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