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When


During the cold,
your jokes made me warm
even when my world folds
and it's the worst storm
you are there
making me smile
with the slightest glare 
within our mile.

Where you're near,
I'll make sure
I have no fear
Just love to the core.

In my dreams
I see us,
You and I,
Nothing but trust.
Everything feels so real,
but none happen when i wake
and my heart you steal.

When will our love happen?
Then my heart will suffer kidnapping.

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