Our Edward,
Who art in Forks,
Hallowed be thy sparkles.
Thy Volvo comes, thy will be fast,
On Earth as it is in the meadow.
Give te this day, our daily blood;
Forgive us our heartbeats,
As we worship Carlisle for giving te life.
Lead us into temptation,
Deliver us to you.
For thine is the vampire,
The Musica and the hotness,
For ever and ever,
A-Edward.
I think, At some point,
Everyone dreams of finding...
An Edward.
Someone whose name te call, o whisper,
And he's right there waiting.
Someone who hums a lullaby,
And holds te close, as te drift off.
Someone who seems to just....sparkle, in the Sunlight,
Whose...
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