“I met him when I was a little girl he gave
He gave me poetry and he was my first
But in my heart I knew I wasn’t the only one
‘Cause when the tables turned he had to break up
Whenever I got lonely, or needed some advice
He gave me his shoulder, his words were very nice
But that is all behind me,
‘Cause now there is no other
My love is his and his is mine,
My friend became my love of my life…”
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