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A hundred miles separated us before we were married. I missed him so. |
| MISSING YOU Absence makes the heart grow fonder, What an old cliche.' Missing you, means missing you, What else can I say? Five or six days without your smile, Nearly a week - Oh, curse that hundred mile! Those days go by without your eyes, There is no stare to tantalize... Missing you, yearning away the hours, Needing you, wanting you, But how I adore Loves's POWER! |