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| she dreams of Him
each night alone and sad she searches for Him each day, steadfast |
| Will she ever know
the sweetness of His kiss the gentleness of His touch the feel of His skin |
| the dreams that fill her mind at night
disappear with the morning light His scent, His touch, His voice Scattered to the winds |
| Looking into the future
Turning away from her past Seeking the guidence of Others her heart beats fast |