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Lay beneath the stars
Thinking about you
Knocking things to the floor
Thinking about you
No stomach for food
Thinking about you
Startled when the telephone rings
Can't fly away and spread my wings
Always waiting to hear your voice
Replayed answer message
By choice
stolen from me with violent intent
Brushing past a scarf you lent
Smell your scent
Taken away from me
No sweet lament
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