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CANDYCANE
Scent like the summer,
a heart that's on fire.
Beauty marks form triangles I trace.
Taste like the sunrise.
A softness in her eyes.
I cannot keep my lips off of her face.
My Candycane...
I have seen her fragile hands spread love.
Doing what she can to teach the word.
There's nothing I could ever do,
to change her ways,but I never would.
A heart of gold and stone equally divided.
My Candycane...
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a heart that's on fire.
Beauty marks form triangles I trace.
Taste like the sunrise.
A softness in her eyes.
I cannot keep my lips off of her face.
My Candycane...
I have seen her fragile hands spread love.
Doing what she can to teach the word.
There's nothing I could ever do,
to change her ways,but I never would.
A heart of gold and stone equally divided.
My Candycane...
imissherimissherimissherimissher.
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