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There's a void inside of me, I know
That only you can fill. There's a pain that aches inside of me To let me know it's real. There's, sometimes, a hand I feel Reminding me of you. There's a love inside my soul, Too great to not be true. There's a dream I sometimes have, I vaugely see your face. I vaugely feel your fingertips, And the outline they would trace. I feel, all around me now, A cold and empty space. But there are times, I close my eyes, And feel your warm embrace. There are times I hear your voice; It just isn't enough. After knowing your graceful hands; Masculine, but not rough. There was a time I hold so dear, When I could know your ways. There was a time I remeber clear, When you were in my days. There's a thought, a dream perhaps, Where me and you can be. There's a place you've somehow touched, No one else can find in me.
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