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Joy


I can't describe this feeling, That's washing over me. It's like pure bliss and happiness, To such a strong degree. I feel like dew covered roses in spring, Like a child again, not afraid to sing. And tell this whole world of the joy that I feel, "Cause we are alive and our love is so real. Just to hold your hand is like pure euphoria, Fish nibble our toes in this pleasant marina. Your such a sweetheart, my dearest love, You're the one I spent my days dreaming of.
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