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  • You notice my charm,
  • There's no harm.
  • I love you to bits,
  • You have me in fits.


  • Torn and stitched,
  • Let's get hitched.
  • We'll be happy together,
  • In our jackets of leather.


  • I'll take good care of you,
  • Life will feel brand new.
  • Endless adventures each day,
  • Never being ordered to obey.


  • We'll have so much fun,
  • Even if we were on the run.
  • Cops would be chasing,
  • And our hearts would be racing.
The End

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