Destiny
Your sweet love takes me under,
Touching hands in the summer,
Racing in the rain in September,
Love so pure it's only destiny,
And if fate had ever been so perfect,
My whole life would've been a dream,
This is something real. It's sureal,
A love so perfect it's a breath of fresh air,
When all that's been is grey skies and handmedowns,
This love is so real, it's destiny
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