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How I long for the touch of her hand
The taste of her lips in an endless kiss To hold her close
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These things I long for most
Always thinking of ways to make her smile I wonder does she think the same things
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Once in a while
The longing is strong As I think she can see
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Oh how I long for the day
She’ll be with me So now I admire, from so far away
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To know she feels the same
I long for her to say Someday |
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Maybe this is wrong
To want her so bad To long
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But I disagree
Hopefully one day I’ll make her see |
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