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er lips are an Elixir

I Sip as I kiss her It’s Sick how I’ve missed her The Distance betwixt her And I was quite trying There’s no use denying Though once I was crying My Tears now are drying My pain’s been erased And instead been replaced With your beautiful face And the sweetest embrace Answering all I’ve Prayed This time failing to fade Lover, don’t be afraid To love You, I was made

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