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I told all my secrets to A boy in a green sweater. We had never spoken before But we found one another Under a big oak tree. I found solace in his caramel eyes And his vibe that was like my own.
Small script love. Fair isle heart. Our new vision, What happens at the end? Will there be bleeding? What is often broken? All the delightful, Breezy trimmings Shine like a star