| Christine by Bobby Whitworth |
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| Time together goes by too fast, While time apart stands still. It seems The clock's hands will rust 'fore the last Second ticks when I see Christine. Behind my eyes, I see your face. Within my chest, with each heart beat, I long to feel your touch, to taste Your heat, the embrace of Christine. I remember our kiss, your lips, Your cheek. The wet and glossy sheen Of our tongues as they dart and slip From your mouth into mine. Christine, I paint your name across the stars, Dip my brush in Neptune for green, Blue Uranus, the red of Mars, Across the sky I write �Christine�. Time together goes by too fast, While time apart stands still. It seems The clock�s hands will rust �fore the last Second ticks when I see Christine. |
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