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Because I don't have you in my arms

The nights pass slow.

But you are the soul of my nights

Its darkness is my foe.

And remembered images

Are dismembered, like shredded pages.

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But my days are full of joy.

They give me the strength

That the darkness can't defy.

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And I have never held your hand - nor you mine.

Though I brushed your cheek - one time.

Yet your glance

Makes my heart dance,

My stomach churn, in giddy turn,

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And this tightness in my throat,

Inspires this simple poet.

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Yet these feelings frighten me,

I fear to lose your friendship.

I fear the loss of the light

That you have shed on my dark places.

For you have made me what I will become.

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And because I don't have you in my arms

The nights pass slow.