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I remember the time first seeing you
I was watching T.V. you were starring
At me
I looked into your pretty eyes and I knew
in the future
I would end up talking to you
It all started by your page
Should I have called you back
Or made you wait
We hung out like it was suppose to be
Than You got mad @ me
For going someplace I wasn't suppose
To be
I moved to Florida & wrote your name
In the sand
Wishing you were with me
Holding my hand
Than I came back & it was like old times
I felt bad cause I wasn't right for mines
You forgave me & we were cool
I moved away to go to School
Something's aren't meant to be
Only a Memory of what
I Remember.