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Vintage - A white dress in a window, the next day you went out and bought it for me. Laid it out but I came home, as a surprise just so unexpectedly. I said it’s perfect, and I don’t want no one else to get me, quite the way you do. You got a way with words, hit straight to my core. Even though I’ve never felt, this type of thing before. We were building memories, although I know we never realised. We were falling into life. Like an old book, or a movie on a Sunday afternoon. I wanna stay here please, don’t let it end to soon. Like a slow dance, to that song from when we first met. And since that day I knew, every single minute. Love is new when it feels like vintage. Corner of St Martins Lane, I close my eyes and I’m standing there again. Wondering what was going on inside your mind, hoping that you thought the same as mine. I think you’re perfect, and I don’t want no one el
