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Nobody holds me tight as you do…

You hold me as if someone is gasping for life

Reluctant to let go of me…

Making my inner being as happy as can be…

With all those blabbering claptrap

While there’s nothing in between called as gap

Not in heart, neither in mind, nor in souls

Hold me tight once again with that warm wrap of arms

Through those lonely woods where no one strolls…

Age