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These words are written with a price
I can hardly scratch a letter upon the page
Without feeling some of my heart
Leaving me and finding a new home
In your eyes, in your heart
And your soul radiates it back
To me it seems like a small price
To pay for the admiration
And spiritual connection
That I feel when we share
What I give and what you give
As we lay our love out in words










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