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That morning in the lakeside breeze,
The time you gave a comforting squeeze,
They were times I was happy, And filled with glee,
Now I’m wondering,
Will you go to the dance with me?
From: Celia
To: Karter
That morning in the lakeside breeze,
The time you gave a comforting squeeze,
They were times I was happy, And filled with glee,
Now I’m wondering,
Will you go to the dance with me?
From: Celia
To: Karter