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We held hands.
Charmed ourselves with the way we talk
Cringed with the idea of falling in love
But with fear...
 He's sweet as a friend
Less serious for a lover
Now we're both in lined with sober
We had serendipity in our eyes
A night with sadness in blue moon
Hoping to continue
Afraid to stop.
Then, He let go.

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