Slipping Away

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Like the sun on my hair,
You are my air.
I breathe you in,
I taste you on my tongue.
You are the song that I once sung.

I love you, oh so much.
Your sweet, sweet smile.
Your loving touch.
Oh how I love you,
Oh so much.





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