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Him Again

In my mind I see him near
Every second his voice I hear
Yet I see he's fading fast
I know his words will never last
His warm embrace I long to feel
My poor heart, I know he'll steal
Does he wonder, does he care
How can he know on my despair
Does he long to be with me
Will he share the dreams I see
What are these things written above
Why, my friend, it's called love.