Pull off the pettels one by one
She loves me
She loves me not
Letting the future be determined
By this flower in my hand
She loves me
She loves me not
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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