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Here I am again tonight,
Looking at the stars outside;
Thinking of how I can make you think of me.
But as I close my eyes again tonight;
I can see you there in the distance smiling at me,
Waving, walking towards me,
I can feel my heart skip a beat;
As you hold my hand tight.
Everything stops, it’s just you and me;
I can feel the fleeting moment;
When we walk down the shore,
Hand in hand, whilst the ebb washing up our feet
Watching the beautiful sunrise,
All my inhibitions have vanished,
When you look me in the eye,
When you whispered, “I love you, truly.”
But when, I will open my mouth,
To response, your face becomes blurry.
Then, comes the deafening silence;
 Right then, I realized, it was just my imagination.

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