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Edge of the Season

it's the way he pouts his lips when he says "you"
and the way he comes to me
and holds me tight
it feels like he'll never let go
the way he makes me feel like a star
his star
his princess
his love
his comfort through the pain
his partner
his pray
and we kiss in the middle of the heavy rain...
no leaves after October fall here
but I sure did fall in love

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