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No science could warm my heart
as tender as your presence The love I pray you share with me so delicate yet so strong My thoughts of you cheer me up as in my dreams we grow closer together In reality, we remain farther apart a coldness when my eyes open in the morn These thoughts and dreams so precious to me Would be traded in a half a tick to hold you in my arms for only an instant.
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