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BY SHRADDHA - (PALZS)
wine comes in at the mouth,
wine comes in at the mouth,
And love comes in at the eye,
That's all we shall know for the truth,
Before we grow old and die,
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and I sigh.
But you just whisper what you said one last time,
I could have sworn you I heard you say that you are Mine.
I love you, not only for what you are,
but for what I am when I am with you.
but for what I am when I am with you.
I love you, not only for what you have made of yourself
but for what you are making of me.
but for what you are making of me.
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