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if only i could hold you

in my arms one more time,

just like the ol' days,

so close yet so far, no time,

win some and lose more,

hold onto ones that make you

smile like it's out of style,

if you miss us too, that makes two,

again in Union Square wondering why

no matter how little or much i tried

to not end up the one actually hurt,

the only one to admit for you i cried,

what does that make me? tell me,

does it make me more or less human?

does it make me any less interesting?

or do you again wish to soon tune in?