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Summer romances begin for all kinds
of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common.
They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're
gone.
- - -T h e N o t e b o o k
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and iii will loVve
y0u, babYy - alwayZz
and i`ll bE theRe foreVver and a dAay - alwayZz
i`ll be theRe tilll thE starZz d0n`t shiNe
tillll
tHe heaVvenz buRst
and tHe w0rds d0n`t rhyMe
iii
kn0w wheNn iii diie, y0u`ll bE on mYy miind
and i`ll lo0ve y0u - alwayZz.
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