When I First Saw You
Vulnerable in front I bumped you
Lost in the alone streets of my bosom
I enjoyed you because I 1st adage you
and felicity reborn from my otiose preceding.
Saints were riant,
an eternal dream of blood-red roses.
You dealt me with your delicate sight
I dealt you with my human
and so our account began
and all the same going on.
A ad-lib black moment
and so a activate which chaired me to you.
Lost in the alone streets of my bosom
I enjoyed you because I 1st adage you
and felicity reborn from my otiose preceding.
Saints were riant,
an eternal dream of blood-red roses.
You dealt me with your delicate sight
I dealt you with my human
and so our account began
and all the same going on.
A ad-lib black moment
and so a activate which chaired me to you.
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