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*I cannot help the hands that touch me when they could heal me I know its a distant language written on my soul I wasn't made to understand but she reads me and I feel her more than      Anything.....                                My greatest wish                                I couldn't say                               is by her                               spoken                                 my greatest hope                               is only                               that I could                              hold her                             forever                                that we'll make love                               while we're                              still                              young*
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
While we're still young
*I cannot help the hands that touch me when they could heal me I know its a distant language written on my soul I wasn't made to understand but she reads me and I feel her more than      Anything.....                                My greatest wish                                I couldn't say                               is by her                               spoken                                 my greatest hope                               is only                               that I could                              hold her                             forever                                that we'll make love                               while we're                              still                              young*
torin
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
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