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It’s like a love song, only it seems I’ve forgotten the words. It’s like my favorite line to the poem I fell in love with, only I didn’t quite do it justice. You’re like my gust of wind, with just a dropp of rain. After all only this recipe keeps the gremlins away. You’re my home sweet home.

Let’s take a picnic to the moon, let’s see how old or young we can act in the month of June. Let’s dance like fools, just cuz we can. Let’s find a random stranger, so we can all just dance in the rain. Let’s make our own lyrics to the love songs we’ve always loved. Let’s write the poem of our dreams, we’ve been dreaming of. Let’s jump, let’s fly, let’s just get away.
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