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You make my soul sing Now I’m left tossing and turning, a fever dream In ghost pain my body trembles At the thought of days where you might not be.

Like a fool, I’ve beared myself to you So carelessly, I’ve let you pry me open But I’ve never thrived on regrets And I can’t live with could-have-beens. Without you? Maybe, Though I wouldn’t dare to try

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