(Did anything happen here? Have we ever met before? Did we fall in and out of love or lust or sweet magic or what you will? Nothing that I clearly recall In so many images and phrases-- No frequent glances, no secret thrill, No soulful kisses, no silly phases, No touching knees over a beer or two, No making love on the floor, Or pride going before the fall)-- Sir, aren’t you getting off? Don’t worry, I’ll hold the door.Birth sign: Capricorn
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