How much I used to love her
With all that I once had
She'll never know my mind back then
The things that made me glad
She'll never know the feeling
I felt the times we spoke
And shared a laugh or two
Her hair I'd want to stroke
She'll never know the lust
I felt at times alone
Of wanting her so bad
My silent secret moan
She'll never know the hurt
I felt when times were bad
She will just never know
How these things made me sad
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