It's You

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I want to hear poems,
coming from you.
I want to feel the flame,
and wonder what to do.
I want to taste the sweetness,
like a mountain dew.
I want to see your nearness,
that you'll never dissapear out of the blue
Take my heart,
so I'll take down all the fences.
Don't worry if it breaks,
because I'll pick up the pieces.

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