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It’s so lonely,
making love to your memory,
in a way I could never make love to you.
I told you once I never loved you,
And I wasn’t lying.
But sometimes…
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It’s so lonely,
making love to your memory,
in a way I could never make love to you.
I told you once I never loved you,
And I wasn’t lying.
But sometimes…
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