Give me you...
Your anger, your joy, your love, your hate,
It matters not to me that now we are seperate
Give me you...
And not just the time to think of our laughter together
Not just time to explore the nature of my soul's weather,
Give me you...
Your smile, your frown, your body pleasant and joyfully round,
Your crooked teeth, your pleasant sweet voice with a soft sound,
Give me you...
And not merely the passing of your memory,
Or one picture to hold, a trigger for my sorrowful sensory,
Give me you...
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