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Betting on all the odds
I think I'm falling,
But you’re just another guy,
I mentioned you in my prayers.
Cupid is calling,
But in the end I’d just have to say goodbye,
I told my mom about you.
I can’t sleep at night,
You show up in my dreams.
I think I have a crush on you,
No, It’s too good to be true,
I really want to try.
In the end the I’d bet on...
Monday 29th April 2024 5:32 pm
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