I can imagine the rain falling
Falling on your black hair
And my hair falling disheveled all over your body and my name allowed on your precious heart.
You are the only thing worth fighting for.
The thing that gets me going.
The thing the makes me happy. The thing that makes the sun and moon go round the earth.
Will you love me I don’t know.
You are my unknown.
The only thing that’s good in this world.
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