I wish you would write for me/ I wish you were next to me/ I wish you would ride to me/ of all which I would love to see/ I want to touch your cheek/ I want to taste your tears/ I wanted to be a priest/ when I was too young to know fears/ This poem is written to you/ And you just won't know/ You'll read these tender lines/ I'm too scared to name you here...

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