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If I Die Young

If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. ♥

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Perfect Two.


You can be the peanut butter to my jelly.
You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly.
You can be the captain and I can be your first mate.
You can be the chills that I feel on our first date.
You can be the hero and I can be your side kick.
You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split.
You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'.
Or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'.

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