THE LOST MAN ON THE STREET
Meeting you was by chance Knowing you by choice Rambling in this dance The ends shall hear the chants of our voice Our love, a gift from santa With your lost looking face That night a gift like manna But in this, I'm ready to race Not for your love, because that I have But for a life with endless laughs With you to settle comes like nature With you to settle is my pleasure. The Undiluted
Preach on bae
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