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Play me like a violin


You were the one that took that first step The one who handed me your phone on the bus We exchanged numbers The beginning of forever Little did I know You were the one who planted me Let me grow in the dark You left me alone All the pain and sorrow from others Being stepped on and the torches of the weather With the drowning of the rain Little did I know I had to have faith in myself To grow above the ground And bloom Into the warmth of your love Like the sun I strive in your presence Bit I was fragile So you took your time Time tho recover To see for myself You were the piece to complete me Love you set me free to return everytime
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