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Often in the nights I look at the sky,

And I start thinking that why I love you?

But I never get any answer,

Just because the list is too long�



I love the whisper of your voice,

I love the warmth of your touch,

And many little things you do,

Make me love you so much�



I love the way you always support me,

And always help me when I am in blues,

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