(Untitled) By Carlo Rivera
We loved the stars
The breeze of the night
The view of the ocean
The tree of which we met
Where we grew
Now I am waiting
Now I will say
What my heart
Has been longing to
exclaim
We loved the stars
The breeze of the night
The view of the ocean
The tree of which we met
Where we grew
Now I am waiting
Now I will say
What my heart
Has been longing to
exclaim
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