Love Stricken



When you're looking for that bright star.
It's not gold or silver, its who you are.

Love must come straight from the heart.
Then you'll know, you've been marked.

I can't explain why love makes us silly.
Don't blow it all for a guy name Willy.

Give me that chance to make it right.
Maybe now you'll see the light.





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