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Dec 6
If only I could come back,
I would run under any color sky.
I’d still embrace you after years pass,
with two old and wrinkled hands.
I don’t want wings to lift me up high,
I just want your kisses when I cry.
I want our eternity at the breakfast table,
with my coffee, and your bread.
I want you, my earth-bound lover,
to touch my face again.
Written by
Ron
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