Perfect. I know we're just like old friends. We just can't pretend. That lovers make amends. We are reasons so unreal. We can't help but feel that something has been lost. But please you know you're just like me. Next time I promise we'll be Perfect. Perfect. Perfect strangers down the line. Lovers out of time. Memories unwind. So far I still know who you are. But now I wonder who I was... Angel, you know it's not the end. We'll always be good friends. The letters have been sent on. So please, you always were so free. You'll see, I promise we'll be Perfect. Perfect strangers when we meet. Strangers on the street. Lovers while we meet. Perfect. You know this has to be. We always we're so free. We promised that we'd be. Perfect.
S.P.
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ay mae.....
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