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Platonic love is underrated





They met as children
and instantly got along
she wrote him a poem
he wrote her a song

Nothing full of glory,
but it's not just another story

They started talking daily
never running out of things to say
she always dragged him to malls
and he carried her bags throughout the day

Nothing full of glory,
but it's not just another story

He was proud of her,
more than he would show
she admired him,
more than he would know

Nothing full of glory,
but it's not just another story

Their friendship was evergreen
it never changed with the seasons
they loved each other all the while
without requiring any reasons
'round a fairytale their bond never revolved
No prince and princess were involved

Nothing full of glory,
but it's not just another story

It's not just another story
And I'll tell you why
They both love each other
but will be friends till they die

I'll tell you why it's not glorified
it's not very complicated
Their kinda love isn't covered in songs
Alas, platonic love is so, so underrated

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