“Platonic friendship: the interval between the introduction and the first kiss.”
I’ll be true, I’ll be useful, I’ll be cavalier; I’ll be yours, my dear.
You’ve got wits, you’ve got looks, you’ve got passion, but are you brave enough to leave with me tonight?
I’d walk the world for her, she couldn’t walk me a mile.
She couldn’t walk me a mile.
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