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my last day

My last day on earth the doctor said 
living without you i would rather be dead
this feeling deep inside my heart for you could never be extinguished

Your perfume i do smell your love lingures
I will spend my day with you underneath the oaktree
as teens we run to meet there
our names are carved in the stock of the tree

i love you and you love me
i remember the first kiss we ever had underneath that old oak
it was like i was reborn

your soft lips caressing mine that is the way i want to die
we made love underneath that oak
i do not mean to brag or to boast 

your love is what i want the most
my last day loving you until i give up the ghost

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