You're a million feet tall,
And don't think you're adorable at all.
Your handwriting's the worst, my dear,
But I, myself, read it oh so clear.
Oh well, I still love you, no doubt.
I just can't do without
Your voice, your love
It's something I think of
Often. Yes, often. A lot.
It's terrible. We fought.
But still, I love you.
I hope you'll say, "I do."
Yet, for now, I have to say adieu.
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