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Drawing near in my dreams, so I sleep now |
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In retreat, I would hope for him |
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For hope, I would kneel to him |
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Painful, I can drown for my pale angel |
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Feeling the darkness, so young today |
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In time, so beautiful and unseen |
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I was his star for many nights. |
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Last night I wrote you a letter |
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I long to hear his voice again. |
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No other man would ever make me feel so right |