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The Middle of The Night
When she wakes in the night she sticks out her elbows and lifts up her knees
That tends to let in a cool sort of breeze
So I pull back the sheets and cuddle up tight
When she stirs in the middle of the night
She’ll turn to her left and lie on her side
So I’ll do the same and cuddle up beside
But restless thoughts always turn me again
When I stir in the middle o...
Tuesday 15th January 2013 1:10 am
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