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I've had a little taste of what we could be, and of the fulfillment of all those whispered words that stretched across long dark hours. I'm looking at my empty bed and wondering where you are, missing your face, your scent, your shoulders, the brilliant blue haze of your eyes. I've spent so long in someone else's presence, so long lingering with another soul in the air that I don't want to be alone again. I don't want to go to that empty bed by myself any more, don't want to lay me down to sleep without my love my soul to keep. In this dark I'm thinking of you, wondering 'bout the stars above you. I'm hoping that you heard me dreaming, whispering to the sky, all the things I wish were real.

All that's in my mind, is those words we never say but always hear falling between the cracks.

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