"The Blower's Daughter" by Damien Rice
Because I found somebody new.
And one day you will meet someone who gives your butterflies in your stomach, cooks you dinner and serenades you on the guitar, holds your hand tight in public, plants a hundred kisses on your face and tells you how pretty you are, waltzes you in your living room at 1 in the morning, laughs at your silly behaviour and leaves you in stitches with his dorky antics, pays for all your meals even when you insist...
He's some kind of wonderful, isn't he?
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