| To my Dear Alex StimpflHits: 613I fell for you crazily But I don't want to tell. It feels like I don't feel well. My mind's going out-of-whack It wants you to know. But I can't tell Besides, there's no one to sell. Unless you'd say You wanna know. Then I might tell you today.
Author: Hollimer Saffron
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