.Bianca:
Started with my brother, first man I loved
Or should I say that he loved me
I was in second grade, he was fourteen
In the shady of the trees
There was a summer breeze
Whole thing's a blurry dream
Behind the house quiet as a mouse
He told me not to breathe
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