Somewhere, My Love

October 5, 2007
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Somewhere my love was looking at the sky
Thinking about me
Not knowing who I was or
Where he could find me
But simply thinking
Knowing that I was out there
Where I should be.
In his arms
Thinking about him
Knowing it was real
Where it would all begin,
Because love stories did not have happy endings.
How could they when they never ended?
Somewhere my love was looking at the sky
Thinking about me.





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