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Each time I think of you

my heart beats faster and faster

then ever before

every move we make must me quite

all my sketches piled 

I wish I could give them to you

for all the nights you sing

and you encourage me 

every night you stay wake

so I may cry on your shoulder

your voice is my comfort 

for I cannot touch or feel

the warmth of you skin

not yet

but for 732 more days

I will sketch my dreams

to be in your arms again 

and dance the way

we once did

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