I miss you, wish to kiss you,
Feel your laughter touch my life
All that can't be gotten into
Has its outers, which suffice.
If moments stretch with miles
Pluck them, sing this song:
Of lovely lilting memories
More right than heavenly wrong.
If Yahweh is perfection
Its reflection must be true,
As we shine each other clearly
We'll keep It in our view.
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