'Love me again'
The clock struck one, he'd not come home
There'd been a fuss, some discontent
'Your love's in trouble' friends had said
The night was long, the day was too
Where had he gone, what could she do?
She didn't have his number, he didn't have a phone
She went to bed at 2am to cuddle up alone
She felt a weight beside her, a hand in search of love
What passed had been an awful dream, from which
She'd just woke up. She turned and never mentioned
From where the teardrop came, but holding him through
Afterglow she pressed, 'Love me again'
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