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Nov 2012
If I was a soldier upon the battle field.
Memories of you would be tugging at my heart.
If you we was distance apart.
You'll be tugging at my heart.

That's just the hold you have upon me.
It's steep.
It's deep.
Deep to the point you're the object of my dreams.

If by the gace of God you should get called up.
You''ll be tugging at my heart.

You're good.
You're great.
Great to  the point.
That it's you I have declared to love.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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