Drought of Loving

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I smiled every time I saw you on the street.

Music played in my head.

A beautiful feeling that made my heart skip a beat.

I wanted to talk to you, but resisted instead.

What I didn't know was that someday, it'd be too late.

Too late to tell you about my thoughts.

And now that the time's come, I'm awake.

My soul's stuck in an endless drought.

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