I think of you each morning
And dream of you every night.
I think of your arms around me
But I can't express my delights.
I have not fallen like this before
With only one in my life to adore.
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never been given away before.
But baby it's fact
That I can't be without you,
So the truth is...
I HATE MISSING YOU!
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