"I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right and how you held me in your arms that September night; the first time you ever saw me cry. Maybe this is wishful thinking probably mindless dreamingIf we loved again, I swear I'd love you right I'd go back in time and change it but I can't. So if the chain is on your door, I understand."
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