Let me show you love, love you’ve never received, love that will never deceive. Let me show you love, love that will assuage you hurting heart.
Let me show you love, compulsory love, let me love you as if you were not loved before, let me show you undying love, let me show you; please let me show you.
Let me show you love, love you’ve been craving for, love you’ve been chasing for, love you’ve been running from. Let me show you love, my growing love, my charming love, my everlasting love. let me show you; please let me show you.
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