Because I still wish that I'm next to you, where we'll lay our heads on the green green grass, with our hands intertwined, and gazing into the starry night when the clock strikes 12 on the 5th of december;
And that's when I'll look into your eyes and whisper those two words that will crown you queen of the day.
I still want to be your last, first kiss.
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Even heroes have the right to bleed.
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