"As I sit here, thinking about the night,
wanting to sit outside on a hill,
watching the night go by,
wishing she could be here,
knowing she could be here if she could,
wanting to feel her skin,
her head on my shoulder,
to feel the warmth of her heart,
I miss it all,
I understand why,
I know we have to be separated, to become ourselves,
to learn for our own,
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