Where are you my love with a gentle hand,
We used to touch kiss, and hug, our feet in the sand,
What has happened to your eyes, their wandering away,
Were growing apart with each passing day.
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We have yet to laugh on an island somewhere,
Rolling round in tall grass with our bodies bare,
You have yet asked for my hand in a union so sweet,
Why are you waiting am i not the soul you would greet,
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