In the dark of the night, 
I call for you, 
quiet like a whisper.
In the light of day, 
I call for you, 
loud as the roaring seas.
Dare I tell you, 
these feelings I'm harboring? 
Or do I hide them, 
beneath my blushing face? 
Oh the days I had you- 
the days I swore to be yours.
Where are they?                
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