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| The Sound Of That Only Makes Me
I hear your voice in the water's waves,
That crash against rocky shore,
The sound of that only makes me,
Miss you all that much more.
I feel your touch one more time,
On the breeze against my face,
Yet i know that you're not really here,
But in some far off place.
I see your face in the moon at night,
When it shines inside my window,
lights up the empty side of my bed,
with moonbeams that touch your pillow.
You're in my thoughts when I'm awake,
you're in my dreams all night,
I think that I'm in heaven when,
My fantasies all take flight. | 
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