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Every
morning
when
he'd
come
to
pick
you
up,
I
would
look
forward
to
it
all
night
long
in
bed
next
to
you.
Those
nights
when
you
were
actually
in
the
bed.
And
he
would
ring
the
doorbell
-
I
felt
like
my
heart
would
come
out
of
my
chest.
He
would
smile,
and
we'd
talk,
and
then
you
would
come
down
the
stairs.
And
I
felt
probably
like
someone
who
was
terminally
ill
and
somehow
they
managed
to
forget
it
for
a
minute.
And
then
it
all
comes
back!
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