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You breathe in my ear and you press me against you
and I'll always love how you smell in the morning,
and I sing in your ear and I press you against me,
and you'll always remember what I said in November...

You speak in my ear and I try to remember what we
did on the evening in the cold of December,
and I dream in your ear, and I brush my hands gently
through your hair and I wonder how it could be any softer...

I try to hide the burning inside
to be sure of what was already secure

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