I think of you when the rain falls
And when fresh November leaves are golden brown.
And I will be kissing you at night
But only in my dreams.
I will miss you every night and pretend to enjoy every morning; every moment that you’re not here.
And when it rains I will be without you.
And when leaves fall in Autumn I will miss you; your silent tender sighs and the warmth of your arms….
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