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Here it is,Midnight again.
Laying here in my bed,Thought's of you in my head.
Wishing you could be here with me,
Instead the mile's seperate what could be.
Here I am thinking of you again.
Of how it felt to hold you near,
To watch you sleep,and hold you here.
Longing for the day that we can be,
Side by side,as it feel's so right to be.
Here it is night again,
Memories come once again,
Of night's spent sleeping in your arm's.
Memories of sunset's from the back of a horse.
Haunted hay rides, and nature trail's
And one's spent of night's on the poarch.
Those of campfire's and stary night's.
And the one's where you hold me tight.
Thinking of you when a song I hear,
The melody that bring's you back to me,
Through the song I feel you beside me.
Here I sit thinking of you again.
Waiting for the time to pass,
And I can once again hold you near.
And whisper sweet thing's in your ear.
Beverly Skarsvog 4-1-02
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