She's Different
One day,
I met this girl,
And what can i say,
Other than that she's different.
She's not like the rest,
She's one in a million,
She's simply the best,
And i love her death.
She said she loved me,
And i know,
That she would never lie
About something so serious.
But all good things must come to an end,
And i had to leave,
So i bid you farewell my friend,
Until we meet again
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