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Sep 2017
I see the doubt in your eyes
I hear the regret in your sigh
You wonder what to say
You wonder what to do
Every time I whisper
I love you

So you choose not to speak
And my eyes you refuse to meet
You gently pull me close
You softly kiss my cheek
I pretend it doesn't matter
As you drift off to sleep
But it does
It does

Because my heart knows
There will come a time
When the words of love
I now speak
Will go unspoken
My spirit and my heart
Will have been too oft broken
Where will we be
Where will we be
Deb Jones
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Deb Jones  F/California
(F/California)   
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