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I'm a high school lover, and you're my favourite flavour. Love is all, all my soul.
You're my Playground Love

Yet my hands are shaking. I feel my body remains, time's no matter, I'm on fire. On the playground, love.
You're the piece of gold the flushes all my soul. Extra time, on the ground.You're my Playground Love.
Anytime, anyway, You're my Playground Love.
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