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Love is the touch that heals the wound, a gentle press, nothing much,
You were the prophet With the truth of life written Across your palms And I would pray that Your overlapping sentences Would complete my broken ones And replace time with Perfect memories
My heart is heavy and my head is unclear Waiting to Exhale My eyes are watering and my soul is crying Still waiting to exhale My hands are trembling and my smile is weak And I'm still waiting to exhale
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