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haunted
In the mornin dew, I smell
The scent of her perfume
the cool night air, I taste
The love we used to share
Life is meant to love
I just can't give enough
And I'm the one that's hurt
I had pain for desert
And in my room, I think
of the times so true
And in my dreams, I see
The love that haunts me
The scent of her perfume
the cool night air, I taste
The love we used to share
Life is meant to love
I just can't give enough
And I'm the one that's hurt
I had pain for desert
And in my room, I think
of the times so true
And in my dreams, I see
The love that haunts me
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