I live where love is outlawed, And holding hands a crime...

You still the thumping of my heart, I hold you when you fall apart;

The end of feeling lonely, Every time a kiss is taken… Oh beware, my one and only, Of this sleeper you’ve awakened.

I’ve catalogued our flirting, Those long, diverting shirts Of mine you wore

And he wandered far from the yellow house, And he wondered on loving the wrong kind of mouse.

Both could win, if one would dare.

A spooky story with animations

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