red, pink, chocolate, flowers
what a merchandising ball
every year i want the goodies
and hate the fact that i want
valentines day stinks, it always has
every year i think, "this year will be good"
never can i remember, ever i am hopeful
and yet, in my wishing, i remember
how it is every year.
one year it was good, one year it was sweet
because two
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