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The Boy
Your home is my favorite place
 I said to the boy with a beautiful face
 You make me laugh
 And you make me cry
 But no matter what I’ll stand by your side
 Loving you for the rest of time
 
 I always wish we had more time
 To be together in our favorite place
 Just a few more minutes with you by my side
 Then I look at you with the saddest face
 I close my eyes and try not to cry
 Than you say something that makes me laugh
 
 I wish you didn’t laugh
 For now we have run out of time
 I don’t want to, but I feel I might cry
 Time for me to return to my place
 Where I can’t see your face
 Or be by your side
 
 It’s time to choose a side
 To be sad or to laugh
 Instead I make an awkward face
 For an extended period of time
 Wishing I was still at your place
 But wondering, why did I cry?
 
 I know why I cry
 Because I long to be by your side
 I yearn for us to have our own place
 A place where we can laugh
 A place to spend all of our time
 A place where I can always see that beautiful face
 
 But I can’t see your face
 There’s no need to cry
 There will come another time
 When we’re side by side
 When together we laugh
 This will be our place

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