I wonder if she thinks of me, the way I think of her
Or am I just a memory, I'll never know for sure
I think of her each day, I think of her each night
I only need to know, that she is doing alright
I yearn to hear her voice, I yearn to see her face
I yearn to feel her pretty, all dressed in silk and lace
I wonder if she thinks of me, please tell me this is so
She'll always be close to my heart, I'll never let her go
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