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There Is No Me...Without You

Never a fruit, or treat or delight, held the
sweetness of your lips, that I hunger always to kiss.

When I sleep, from a foggy haze, a light appears,
as you come to me, in lands of dreams.

When the morning birds, do sing their songs,
you slide down a ray of sunshine and touch
my wanting lips.

In every note, of every song, you voice is
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