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| When the wind takes up the strands of my hair And the breeze has its chilling effect I think of you with love and care and ev'ry ounce of respect I daydream back to our most recent moment Along with other points from our past Times with all kinds of emotions Memories of smiles that will last I wait patiently to see you & I pray that your happy when I do 'Cos seeing your smile makes me slime too |
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