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Truth is,
I think of you in my
little
times of need.
I weep like a little infant,
and wait for you to caress my face.
Even though,
you never arrive.
But I haven't lost hope.
I think of you in my
little
times of need.
I weep like a little infant,
and wait for you to caress my face.
Even though,
you never arrive.
But I haven't lost hope.