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I will write you every day |
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write the words I cannot say |
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and hope that they will find their way |
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to you and bring you near |
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close enough for words to do everything I need them to |
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I will spend each waking hour |
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counting seconds pacing floors |
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rehearsing what I ought to write |
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and finding ways to say |
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that lifes so good |
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now that youre still mine and I am yours |
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oh but what if words should fail |
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hearts and memories pale |
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how would we reach each other |
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and say for evermore |
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if all that would be left of us |
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were letters just gathering dust |
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and so far from sight |
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every word I ever write |
