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... Longing You are the beauty I long for When I lay down alone to sleep. As my thoughts drift off to Neverland; In my dreams you are still sweet. Bright with love, the kindest care I lavish placing at your feet. A beauty that my words have hailed, Let all know your grace complete. For years I wished to find true love. Long years it seems love has not found me. Not because of failed attempts, But of selfish weakness forged in grief. Yes, it's true as true can be, I was never the man who deserved love's joy. Yet, I am trying now do you see? All I could do was dream of you with me. Now I am past quite well the mid of life, In great hope to find the joy love.
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