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We'd all die if we lost what we love,

just good health wouldn't be enough,

a love from another, not a mother or brother,

but a girl who'd love me enough to smother,

love me enough to love every second with me,

and i promise you'll never say you miss me,

unless i visited Cali and you weren't with me,

i'd make sure if you wanted to you could kiss me,

until i'm fifty i'll stop and look,

dedicate it to you when i write a book,

say your name, i miss you, where ever you are,

please call me, through a call i'm never that far,

follow the star and hope for my savior,

so shallow, i hate her yet she tries to savor

the taste when i paid her in the loudest moan,

from then on for a real life i have grown.