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the day My mind fill with thoughts of you |
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Do I care if I remain whole |
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would my days go on... or would they grow cold |
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Pulling me further into her arms each time |
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for the sun to set and bring her to me |
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between myself and Master Gregory. This work is Dedicated to Our Wives. |
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