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His love for me is like a game that I used to play. A chant that I used to say, whenever a petal is taken from its way. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me again. Then he loves me not. Whatever it is, only he can determine which is true. So join me now and play the game. Just pick a flower and call out his name.
One Petal Plucked
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