Another year has gone by
And my bed is still empty tonight.
How I long for your presence
To hold you here.
But here I am sitting alone.
Wishing my bed was beating,
Imagining the love
We'd be creating.
O this passion I'm craving.
To hold you close
Right beside me.
But yet another day goes by,
This bed
Still empty tonight…
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