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I wrote this when I was 15 and my boyfriend left for Iraq. |
| Ill wait for you, if you wait for me, And ill pray for you, when you are to leave. Dream of me, while I dream of you, And ill sleep in hope they may just come true. Ill write to you, once you write to me, And we’ll tell sweet stories, nothing painful, please. Think of me, I’m thinking of you, And tell me please, what else can I do |