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When hopes fèlt were false |
| The sensation of touch when hands were held Filled my heart with assurances No dark can come near as I am in your arms Noone will inspect me top to bottom if I am fit for them You will be first and last face in the morning in front of eyes We will have fights over towel and leftovers I will be queen of your heart And that heart going to be my forever address Wasn't aware it was a miraz It broke leaving nothing behind Like some tyfoon paased ashore |