when i think of you
we met as others seem to do
and moving ever slowly up
to holding hands
you know i do
and after sleeping the night through
right next to you
i'm always up
too see the crack of dawn
your always their to see me through
the sun of each new day
and when i touch the silky scarf
i am brand new.
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