Appetence towards you I feel,
Your smile I wanna seal.
I long for arms,
Strong as the wind,
Gentle as a flower.
But those days are gone,
For I must only look forward.
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||appetence||
Appetence towards you I feel,
Your smile I wanna seal.
I long for arms,
Strong as the wind,
Gentle as a flower.
But those days are gone,
For I must only look forward.
