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You are lonely as a church
Despite the queuing out your door
I am empty as a promise, no more
When the time comes
And rights have been read
I think of you often
But for once I meant what I said
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to be loved is to be known, so when i say i want to get to know you more, it is a silent plea;
please have the courage to let me love you more

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