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No one has ever made me feel so complete
My whole life was lived just ...so we could meet. I’ll dream of you now, on into the night, Hoping that soon you’ll be holding me tight. So restless at night, when I dream of you I open my eyes, hoping it came true. It didn’t again so with tears in my eyes I hold my pillow to soften the cries. I’ll squeeze that pillow while we’re apart, You hold me too, you hold my heart! Distance means nothing in love that’s true And though I long for one touch from you, My dreams will come true one day, I know, Just hold me close, and never let go.
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