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The Proposal

When I go down on one knee,

Think of our times of glee.

Imagine a future in mind,

Give me the answer I find

We have known each other a long time,

There are moments when we were on our prime.

The way I used to hold you,

Think of it and say true.

The time we did not talk,

We walked the tough walk.

Leave it all behind,

Come on, we have a future to bind.
            
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