Speaking to God about it the first time
She kissed me
She kissed me
And I tripped over a vine in winter
The blizzard
That came stayed warm
And she became my norm
Days turned to bliss
And nights held kiss after kiss
Wish after wish came
And I saw her forever with the same last name
And in the beginning I tripped over a vine in winter
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