Last Breath-
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The heart longs to be held in an embrace and for its hair to be caressed (just as the wind gently blows over the leaves of the trees).
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I thought I told you what I need Forever yours, what's wrong with me? Losing myself, why can't you see? I'm begging for you to hear me Oh, oh, oh, I'm begging for you to hear me
