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There is no way to beat what i feel.
No words i can say to show it is real.

I only wish I could prove it to you.
My love is this, my love is true.

Your soul is the one that called me to you.
Even when so young, and with love so new.

Your soul called out and brought me to you.
So one more time i will say this to you.

My heart isn't mine, it belongs to you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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