When I went up to you
I felt something unusually.
I went home that night
I was thinking,
and thinking,
and thinking,
and finally realized that you
were nothing but my . . .
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When I went up to you
I felt something unusually.
I went home that night
I was thinking,
and thinking,
and thinking,
and finally realized that you
were nothing but my . . .
mirror
Send questions/comments to the editors.
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