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21 years
She is one,
She is beautiful.
And she's my everything.
I closed my eyes,
I opened my heart.
And she was given to me,
She's just 21 years.
There was rain.
There was a rainbow
And she's my pot of gold.
I took her hand.
She took my hand
And together we'll grow old.
We're just 21 years.
I wrote her name.
I keep the memory of her face.
And somehow my life is better than my dream
I have her heart.
She has my heart.
We curved our names into a tree.
And we're just 21 years.
I had my thoughts.
I had my doubts.
But now I believe God truly exist.
For this one beautiful thing.
For this one magnificent person,
He has given me.
And she's nothing more than 21 years.
She is beautiful.
And she's my everything.
I closed my eyes,
I opened my heart.
And she was given to me,
She's just 21 years.
There was rain.
There was a rainbow
And she's my pot of gold.
I took her hand.
She took my hand
And together we'll grow old.
We're just 21 years.
I wrote her name.
I keep the memory of her face.
And somehow my life is better than my dream
I have her heart.
She has my heart.
We curved our names into a tree.
And we're just 21 years.
I had my thoughts.
I had my doubts.
But now I believe God truly exist.
For this one beautiful thing.
For this one magnificent person,
He has given me.
And she's nothing more than 21 years.
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