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Miss the miss
I miss you, your touch so true,
Hands entwined, like morning dew.
Soft shoulder kisses, sweet and fine,
Whispered nothings, yours and mine.
Lips against me, oh so sweet,
Longing for the next time we meet.
Two years, four...
Hands entwined, like morning dew.
Soft shoulder kisses, sweet and fine,
Whispered nothings, yours and mine.
Lips against me, oh so sweet,
Longing for the next time we meet.
Two years, four...
