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Here in the most quiet of times
I sat still, my mind traveling to it's favorite place,
To where I'd see your pretty face without touching it.
I'd hear your serine voice without a hedge.
To where my tears would...
I sat still, my mind traveling to it's favorite place,
To where I'd see your pretty face without touching it.
I'd hear your serine voice without a hedge.
To where my tears would...
