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Angel's touch,
as gentle as a breeze,
your love it brings me to my knees,
I love you dearly,
and I treasure you,
even if you do not treasure me too,
You are my warmth,
you fill my heart,
i'd cry if we were ever driven apart,
It'd broken me,
when you said no,
Thus, my true colours show.
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