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Deepest Longing
I often think fondly of that night in July,
Curled up in your bed, your hand on my thigh.
A feeling I simply could not deny,
A moment that passed in the blink of an eye.
And with the coming of August, I began to cry,
An ocean of tears until I ran myself dry.
And day after day after day did go by,
Dreaming that to you I could fly.
That summer I learned with the most lonesome mind,
That for all of the riches money cannot buy,
My love for you is as deep as the sky.
