Tomorrow is too far, I beg for your loving arms- no other place feels like home
Next month is much too long, I plea the wind to steal a kiss, -I long to feel alive
Months pass, each day is a year, and a year feels like I’ve lived many lives
I’ve fallen in and out of love many times, through these people only saw your eyes
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Very nice. There is love in every line.