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Mar 31, 2009
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Take me home
It's too cold and dark outside
No place to call my own
I sit here, waiting for you
to come and take me home.
I remember your words
I feel your tender kiss
When you held my hand
you made my heartbeat skip
As I wander in time
to have your hand in mine
I realise how much
I need to be there by your side
I sit here, waiting for you
to come and take me home.
— Samaira, Mar 31, 2009
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