Yours

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Every night before I sleep,
I wonder what it's like to be yours,
And sometimes I want to weep,
Because this sadness has no cure,
I want to wake up and see your face,
Shining in the sun,
That shines through the window pane,
As your happiness would shoot me like a gun.

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