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as I lay in bed

my thoughts so mild

I wonder what it was

that drove me wild.



could it be that

you're always right

or was it that we

never fight.



you always call

when I was tired

you wanted to tell

me that you got fired.



you;re voice is

always just so kind

I swear to gof that

this is a rare find.



I love you now

I'll love you then

I'll love you untill

who knows when.



I listen to you're

voide so sweet

you would never guess that

you're talking to my feet.



I listen carefully to

the words that you mumble

I wish that we lived together

in a bubbl.