det gör ont i mig.

We hold hands,
We take walks and talk,
And laugh about things.
I'll tell you what,
This could be the way, 
That every day was meant to be. 

I don't want to go,
I don't want to stay one night,
Or one day.
So i'll stay the rest of my life.

How 'bout that,
Waking up every morning with me.
Spend our time drinking coffee,
Speaking softly as the days go by

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