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Later that night

You held my hand and touched my heart.

By John WilsonPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

That night there were clouds and no stars,

You held my hand and touched my heart.

God knows I can't say I love you,

For I was so young.

That night you walked with me in the dark lane,

Shoulder to shoulder, your hand on mine.

God knows I can't say I love you,

Keep that in mind.

That night it was so dark and still,

Just me and you so close.

God knows I can't say I love you,

Can't even this beating heart.

That night was the hate of a lifetime,

God steals young souls.

Now I say I love you ten thousand times,

But it's hard to come near you.

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John Wilson

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    Written by John Wilson