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If, When

Saturday mornings sure were fun When you and I would shoot the breeze Coffee, blanket, stay in bed Texting back and forth with ease Tell you something? that I did Many times a pretty thing Nothing from inside was hid What I had was what I'd bring Some Saturday let's laugh again They only come but once a week I'll leave it up to you, if, when Making smiles is all I seek I long for you when you're not there You mean so much to me, and so I've all the time for you to spare The best friend I have ever known

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