One year

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2001

One year; now it would be

Of love for you and me

One year; now you would know

Of love I couldn't show

One year; now you could see

Of pain inside of me

One year; now we could be

Of love we never set free

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I write shity when I write for friends (plush this is old)

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