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Depths of the Unknown
I saw a pretty girl,
With flowers in her hair,
I asked if she would take my hand,
As I dove into the depths of the unknown,
And we embraced,
when she told me the story,
Of the time she tried to keep the truth concealed,
Falling deeper into bliss,
All these emotions are filling me,
I write this with the pen that she gave me,
When I first asked for her key,
So I will not forget that love is real,
And you have to keep trying, trying, trying.
With flowers in her hair,
I asked if she would take my hand,
As I dove into the depths of the unknown,
And we embraced,
when she told me the story,
Of the time she tried to keep the truth concealed,
Falling deeper into bliss,
All these emotions are filling me,
I write this with the pen that she gave me,
When I first asked for her key,
So I will not forget that love is real,
And you have to keep trying, trying, trying.
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