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One little voice is calling me.
Soft,sweet,and careing.
I look across the room as our eyes meet at last.
I wish to feel your hands caressing my skin.
Your lips as gentle as a summer's wind.
I wish you would know how I feel.
For I can see your beauty,so still.
The face of an angel in a moonlite room.
As graceful as this poem is true.
I'll love you 'till death do us part.
Just as soon as I hear your beating heart.
Take me a way into your world.
Where we shall always be.
Even if it's a dream.
I wish you would know how I feel.
For I can see your beauty,so still.
The face of an angel in a moonlite room.
As graceful as this poem is true.
One little voice is calling me.
It's you.
And I call back to you.
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