High On Love Shot Down

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With every little happy thing I do

An empty sadness haunts to drag down bliss

I imagine being happy with you

A farewell peck from Dad now your sweet kiss

Comfort from Mom now your protection hug

Fights with my bro now our gentle wrestle

Love Doctor's prescription, you are my drug

Wrapped in your strong safe arms I would nestle

A room with you instead of my sister

Through all pains we would keep each other calm

I am yours as you are mine kind mister

One day you can be Dad I will be Mom

Sadness comes to remind me I blew it

Reality strikes me with one good hit

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