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When
In the loneliness of my night,
I sit by the fire and wonder,
when shall our eyes meet again,
when shall this cold emptiness inside me,
be filled with your love.
In the loneliness of the night,
I sit and wonder,
when will I hold you in my arms again,
know the sweetness of your kisses,
and the heat of your passion in my life.
I sit in the darkness of this night,
and I wonder when shall my love return to me,
that we may be togehter again.
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