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“Your hand fits in mine Like it's made just for me But bear this in mind It was meant to be And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks And it all makes sense to me”

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Book:Take Me Home Yearbook
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Take Me Home Yearbook

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Zayn Malik
Zayn Malik

Zayn Malik is a British singer and songwriter, born on January 12, 1993. He gained fame as a member of the pop group One Direction and later embarked on a solo career. Malik is celebrated for his distinctive voice and emotional ballads, blending elements of pop, R&B, and soul in his music style. more

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