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T.R.

T.R.

More Than I Should

I’m having a feeling
But don’t understand
I look at the ceiling
And I cannot stand
 
She used to be torture
But turned into bliss
She shines as an orchard
And I seek her kiss
 
I don’t think about her
But lately I do
And lately I need her
Does she need me too?
 
And I don’t regret it
Her love must be good
And love, I embrace it
Much more than I should

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