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With You.
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January - June 2006 Every day wishing to see your face,
Trying to speed up time as if it's a race,
My longing for you drives me onwards,
When I come to see you, I am lost for words.
I hate to see you being used by others,
Or be judged by word by their mothers,
They don't know you like I do.
They never will.
I love you and always will,
Because when I met you my heart started to fill,
Another day I wait on the windowsill,
Happier, happier and in love more still,
With you.
