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in the arms of bed
given the fingers for which to touch
the lips pressed close to kiss a cheek
to stroke the face when knowing of sleep
to whisper the words of love into the deafend ear
could the darkness conceal the tears
or will we last the life time promised
every night i hope for the next
for love old and given new
im afraid to say but nothing matters anyway
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