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Open the doors and windows, empty your heart of the sorrow of loneliness, I’m here to fill you with my love.

Tall tree firm against the times, ready for the times to come.

I’m ready to be, just show me the place to fall into you.

I’m waiting for your tip to find my empty. I’m ready for my tip to find your hollow. We could fill the empty with our love and stay the night remembering the times before love found us wanting more.

Beneath the stars we could be one and forget the sorrow of the many years struggling alone.

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