Lingering, lingering and lingering was so on
Why could not I resist on strolling moves? 
I were to turn on and turned, 
Found Elle was looking for from, 
Waiting as if Sa Copin would turn on, 
Will make her adore flawless affirmative.
A beautiful day with acts of either.                
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